The Curious Crystals of Unusual Purity

[Note]
“The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; But few are the ears that hear it.”
- Henry D. Thoreau

[Verse 1]
Slender stems are bent and torn
Spindle trees wounded and worn
Blue-John and Jasper are still to be found
Lying red and yellow, lying brown

[Verse 2]
Weed-hung barberry bushes wither
Mistle thrush and the sparrow shiver
Curlews cry curfew: "Go hide from her wind!
Frost will follow your song, as winter begins."

[Verse 3]
Snow and corries and hollows drifting
Lives move slowly and feet are shifting
Measuring the riffs for another to sing
Clothed with loving, the promise of another spring

[Verse 4]
Crystal-cradle of mist and dew
Gently fade and uncover new
Shadows the leaves have laid on the land
Twisting, twirling to patterns, the sun will plan

[Verse 5]
Birds return to the calm of sun-streams
Fold their nests in the arms of horn-beams
Go run with the lizard, go fly with the bee
Summer comes and her magic wanders free