Sun-full flower spring Open like a Jack-in-a-box!Show us your true colorsYour bowl of bright sunraysBursting from pink and white petalsServed on leathery green plates,Landing pads for bejeweled dragonfliesHiding turtle's backs,Harboring frogs in your folds Concealing silvery fish in Shadowy waters beneath.

Mustachioed fiddlerYour rackish hair beliesThe solemn music youPull from your fiddle's hollow;Are you playing Bach, Braum, Beethoven?But, I spy your wisp of grinCut loose, now!Give us a toe-tappin' mountain Music memory!

Laughing bird,You need your feathers Washed and combedDo you care? No, you laugh at the wide sky At the lesser birds—The measly cardinal, The lowly Scrub Jay,You laugh.