The Snow Doesn't Give A Soft White

And Still The Mad Magnificent Herald Spring Assembles Beauty From Forgetfulness With The Wild Trump Of April:witchery Of Sound And Odour Drives The Wingless Thing Man Forth In The Bright Air.

And The Coolness Of Your Smile Is Stirringofbirds Between My Arms

Life's Not A Paragraph And Death I Think Is No Parenthesis

When God Decided To Invent Everything He Took One Reath Bigger Than A Circustent And Everything Began

What If A Much Of A Which Of A Wind Gives The Truth To Summer's Lie; Bloodies With Dizzying Leaves The Sun And Yanks Immortal Stars Awry?