Early Spring

I was struck by the Muse. All right, I also had a Cummings-esque urge to play with punctuation. Enjoy the weather report.


Blue bowl above,
Green grounds below,
Beneath the bright sun from the west came the wind
And it whooshed and it swooshed and it half-blew

us

all

into

Lake

Bob.

But we live in buildings of brick,
[Brick]. [brick].
While wild willows flail in the wind,
{Dangle leaf}, {flap branch},
Willow-ware does not.
(Swish!)

So under the blue bowl
The figures walked
From brick to brick
And did not bob in the pond.
But the blow swept the bowl and the greens.