Full of Awe

The carpenter bee and the droning

Welcomes the blurred-wing by haloed sun

And the hundred-band of birds in chorus call

Alight and loose upon the crowning clouds of gold

Where a Spring wind plays upon the strings of branches

And a Gust

which of tempest-driven might

heaves the blooming throughout the grass

And the air -

And the air that enfolds all of this -

It comes and goes

and then

It comes and goes

And when there is by instant branded mark

The sorrow of a departing glow

Abandoned I in a listless wonder

Gather memories of sun struck petal fields

Then like pollen borne by wind forced flight

Give away all that's soon to fade

And lie down empty

Full of Awe.