robins, swifts & swallows; all Springnew songs become her, especially her voice & her eyes. honeysuckle, sorrel; wild roses are as she, subtle-supple alive & regally twice-blessed by grace & joie de vivre. beech & maple, cherry & ash fall-flash their colors to honor her, content if she pass by. first snowfalls (transforming) are always for her, she whose alchemy ever-awakens in me joy deep as a lover's sigh. & though some may be richer in fortunes won; may have all that money can buy, richer am i than Solomon for, in my love (all together each day of the year) are all seasons (beautifully) one.