06 May All of the Shade and Field

A wonderful green clearing I could my own
Under a damp wind, I stood tall, even praised,
Pleased by the sea-green grass, natural-grown,

And thinking it just, upward my hand was raised
Wherewith a small crowd of flora slithered slow
Star-called, and how this meadow of magic amazed!

Early came a live oak, hardening bark and below
Wriggled its roots, and silent it slipped to thought:
Young and scrappy ancient in dawn-dross glow;

After in his shade sprang quick a velvet apricot,
Creaking in wind but lost not its golden delight
Always shielded in shade from summer-sun’s hot;

Both wave and secure rings loved by unseen sprite
Lavishing the petals of a sea dahlia in early sprout
With dew and nectar, caught in the morn mirror-light;

But precious, but delicate the lonely blossom’s doubt
Searching for its place, but all of the shade and field
Seems to be preparing for her, to now bring her about
When she can sing in color, and her mother is healed.