In Mirth To Quintesence

The aroma of bloom and breeze

Has aspired again balance before my eyes

Within the radiance of the sun;

I am merged

I have seen the first bumblebee at harvest

Felt the coolness of a stream upon my feet

Sat at peace along with the swaying leaves

All I longed

Unto as;

Singing a lilt to a poet

With arid dreams

Allured by the greens and blues

Of the most noble passing

Spring