Friday Recess in the Warm Spring Breeze

Everything giddy and sharp: children
Shrieking at the brook’s bite on their
Winter heels, at frogs streaking
From quartz, at sparkle of snakes.

Burst light: spins wheels like glass:
Hums haloes: strikes birds and spiky
Beginnings of flowers at fence rows.
Squares of field tilt and slide emerald.
The big barn flashes like a turned kite.
And some of the heynonny lambs put to pasture
Are going to eat themselves into angels
On the shiny grass


Springshine, by Alice Monks Mears