equinocity
bright the
rainleaf
now such
rising
golden
whistlers tell
spring and
so we’ve come to flower
even the
stone puts out
a lichen
traipse map to be read
for music here’s
roof
in the
afterfalls rhythm!
duck under
the rain weighted limb then
gather to tune
of sky
look out,
see to the bounce
and bright
the eye
as will
the glisten tip
just everyone
singing for it
a
spangling, one might say
all the
season jollies
a beak in the
leaves of light
breath’s mist
yet
so come to
the middle of just where we are
so shine
give the
hour away
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