The magnificent height
Was worth the strain
All the coursing beads
Runaway, in a passionate frenzy

In spite of a great fall
How mortality, clawed from below
In a buzzard’s shrill call
Through the high hoisted dawn

As springtime
Bustled away
And stifled the rise
Of its fluttering curse

As the motherly spring
Swirled all around
Gently nudging, the afraid
Above and beyond her pines