One Second in Spring
In her voice a million stars
ride the cricket sizzle and beesong
lofted by breeze and chat of birds
in the overture of peace threading
sung nature-blent in om and chant
and spirit-hung in sun and shade
far from war memorial and concourse
Forever joins to a single breathing
moment
an instant infinitely spreading
composed of anarchy and spring
glades
hidden below rural melodic calm
as day moves standstill-slow upon
the lea
Face to face he joins her embroidery
of meadow, tree, ground, and sky
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