The Widow Wyile wonders
what words would wrap
the world in love and light
so sweet
so deep
and so complete
that dark deceits
durst dance
until their dunce
partners twirled them
into a nonce
from which fragrant
petunias sprung
in festive poseys
and people gathered
garlanded

once again to share
nosegays
            cottage roses wild
            pansies
            phlox
            sweet williams
            alyssum
            and ticklish
            feathery grasses 

for this vision
of birdsong
small creature scampers
lapping lakes
saltwater basin swells
permeated with physical
proximities aplenty
is just what
the people need
to find themselves
again

free to imagine
bountiful
boundless
beauty
between
            father sky blue and orange
and mother earth brown and green
            grandfather sun growth
                        and grandmother moon rest
            shining specific
            loving light
            beings 

Just so, so just as the Widow
Wyile sings while picking green
beans oh beans
you are prolific
beans you are terrific
green beans oh beans green
prolific and terrific
so is the planet
all spirits of sovereign
beings spinning
vast love
bright eternal
within it
prolific
terrific
Oh so
be it
Ah
Oh
mmmmmmm
!