Golden Glee

As April prepares to pass
the burgeoning rooted batons to May
each day begins with greater
rousing sounds of spring’s gathering melody
as more and more daffodils
trumpet the golden glee
of sprouting, nesting and blooming
            Teh teh reh teh
            teh teh reh ta
            teh teh reh teh
            Tra ri ra
            beloved
            terrestrial
            Ma…

Every morning the Widow Wyile
finds herself barefoot
on sumptuous moss
some days glowing warm
some days invigorating
            wet and chill
            grass jeweled with dew or drops
her soul alive
shimmering
expanding high
                        wide
                                    round
way down deep
into the ground 

Her active joy abounds
to be once again part
of the glorious
                                    cyclical
                                    unfolding
Tra ri ra
            beloved
            terrestrial
            Ma…