Clarion

Down to the River

Over catkin covered lawn,
similitude of green, woolly caterpillars,
bright button heads of daisies and dandelions
popped since the last mowing,

we walk down paths of white-confetti snow,
sweet breeze petaling about us,
'for the mouse shall marry the bumble bee'.

Golden-green succulence,
soft leaves ruffle silently Eden hues.
Cowslips nod as our feet dance by.

Breathe the sweet nectar of catkin, blossom and flower;
fathom the bluebell peace in shaded glade.

Orange-tip butterflies dance out a jinking way
in coded lurches to deter a predator
then up and gone within these leaves' new walls.

Now over the path, the apple bends an arch
to bob the head from its green thought,
marvel
at such creation never master mason made
for a church porch, nor chocolatier confectioned
tall in precious tiers for nuptials.

And there's the river, coined with sun cascades,
a woken dragon, glittering golden scales,
twisting its dazzle through polished darkness
that clouds might swan sail on.

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*The Nursery Rhyme: A Cat Came Fiddling

A cat came fiddling out of a barn,
With a pair of bagpipes under her arm;

she could sing nothing but "Fiddle dee dee!
The mouse shall marry the bumble bee."

Pipe cat, dance mouse;
we'll have a wedding at our good house.