think of crocus bloom
the wind he must assume
renew an August moon
June about to burst
upon the scene in thirst
tho April maybe first
the sky sigh unrehearsed
upon the open shells immersed
immeasurable feelings feel the worst
worry tied to tides unworthy
languid labyrinth of your love
understanding band pursue
expectant hesitant humble blue
grasses in the morning dew
manifold memory
winter too cold
ocean roar.