Life and love, what a wonderful world
we can return to paradise in, finding
secret zen gardens of woodland reservations
streamers of cosmic rays gilding openings
of green, saplings sprouting under the tall
dark elephant legs of their mature parents
Walking along sweet creek waters,
slight dashings of wakerobins–woodland
spring bloomers–in the enlivened humus
of earth, the peter peter peter of tufted titmice
flocking with chickadees, nuthatches &
thuddy knockings of woodpeckers like
faint Cherokee pow wow drums
~ Lady
