SPRING SOUNDS AT DAWN

Something creeps along the lawn
with Fangs and Claws all drawn

It is the Rain! jumping about
in all its fury, fun & shout!

But when it comes to Spring
nothing out-shouts the Heart

though he doesn't have lips to sing

nor wings to take part
in The Dance of the birds

--nor a poets' words
to build a Form
to touch The Skies

where Music dyes
the Storm of Paradise

become a swarm
of Sunrise!