through the looking gliss 

spring herself is upon the earth

persephone in rags down by the shore

dolphin rider , fawn of the sea

the myriad glimmers in farther eye

the hawk and the comet bearing down upon us

all groan under prophecy destiny and fate

what can the future ever bring but surely death

but spring rides a white dear ……

in salons by the shore

let therefore celebration begin

coloured lights bright in night along away down

this is our spring to be held unto summer

summer waiting in these swan wings

summer all azure and at first maybe unsure

but spring is everything

at least….or so i sing …..