Between joyous shrieks

Frogs leap across busy creeks

Silence slowly sleeps

With the marshes drained

And every mystery explained

Where does magic lay?

A fork in the road

Though petals cover the path

We simply follow

Inquisitive spy

Waiting for bugs to surprise

Before the mole tries

Wash me clear and clean

In rising fresh water streams

You fill up my dreams

Nettles bathed in red

Broken briar between our bed

Hawthorn hardened head

I launch parachutes

Ant sized clouds telling stories

Of fresh adventure

Knee high shoots graze our

Low slung bellies as we browse

Spring’s sweetest offerings

You can’t catch sunlight

Music lives but a moment

Will my words endure?

If I close my ears

And let my iris contract

My hands will let go

Always at the edge

Disappear into a speck

I’ll take what is left

Send me over dirt

Sailing through willow and birch

Back down to the land