Madness

Madness

Still, be still, amid the spring folly
of sprouting sun, mirrored moon
and the sweet song of running water,
bird-ripple in dappled trees.

Let darkness prowl the night-clinging woods,
where stars blink in deep-sea meres,
and banished winter flicks its catfish tail,

sinks into gullet-dark mud, all trace lost
in the summer blizzard dance
of may, damsel and dragon.