everywhere

buttery morning light licks there are daintily cupped blooms small white weeds that no one can name the sun has spread its table green rippled gardens garner flecks of gold an old groundhog a basket of hedgerow twigs baby footed clouds blue dingle between eggshell vales run along all those that can leap a fence or skitter under it go for the light is everywhere new arriving let the rooted behold even if this domain stops its clement rolling even so