Frost on the garlic 'till the sun stood up
in the woods and everything warmed
like a fine-tuned machine as no April before
with the daffs in agreement and the violets
eager to make themselves known by the pond
where black spots in eggs shot thier tails
in the jiggling gel under great victories
of white swans trumpeting to the Arctic
ripe for the plucking as a groundhog emerged
to break her fast when neighbors going to church
sent her to heaven and everything was very
very very in the sweet by and by.
