Foxes rustle under bushes
Forest floor alive with spring
Cherries, lichen, bell-shaped flower
Chalice for the butterflies
Cliffs enclose them, grey and ancient
Dripping dew dissolves the lime
A winter bite still rides the wind
A hint of ice still mats the fur
Of the moose now-still; and shrivelled, bony
Robins weave nests with his hair
