1.
Mottled green with true gilded sheen these
lease speak lofted above me,
Their song they sing, their voices ring
crying out new wet rhymes for spring —
2.
A glance at the park
strikes down my heart,
sending me reeling
with visions of love,
Please, don’t turn away
on this spring day,
my quiet feelings
just need a good shove
3.
Gabbled green leaves
letting light shine
shimmer and signal
people of all types
and figures
to sit, watch,
with envious eyes
each other and
everything
4.
Slanted leaning tree
dusted with green budding leaf
Spring Home, flying bee
— Trout Fish writes and plays his musical instruments.