May Song

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Sometimes you might be lucky and hear a skylark

Song-riding into a steep sky; put up your head and see

The bird black against a lustre of blue reflection

of fritillary and harebell, wild hyacinth and violet

Dancing in woods below.

Sometimes you might be lucky and and hear some voices

Lost in time's lake, missed and wept for

Absent from delight in spring's bright pageant--

Now returning in agreeable conversation.

Sometime you might be lucky and see a pinpoint

of skylight coming towards you in an odd moment

White as wood anemone, gold as buttercup,

Offering you a song ride into the empyrean.

© Asphodel P. Long 2002


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