Seasons

all that's green and gainly of spring
black velvet magpies much orate their thing
while kites and hawks all flag their high
the lonesome birds just sing their cry

all tulips so flaunt their parasols wrong
millipedes centipedes all leggy athrong
and butterflies polka in polkadotted wings
history is tomorrow as spring so brings

wild geese so necklaced on a clear blue sky
bare-chested mountains in an avocado dye
dewlapped cows chewing cud out of barn
a mother moose gingerly licking her born

thus open windows... the fresh air of speech
like dragonflies wander and nightowls screech
too bad a strain bears a name such as strain
poetry so often is wrung out of pain