Good morning, One in Three ~
Hello and Glory to you!
in the falls and frills of Iris,
in the secret strength of seeds,
in the scent on breezes,
and the decay of compost,
in the rocks and the rain,
in the fog-covered hill,
in the in-and-out sun,
and the flute-stream nearby,
in the shade of my cap,
in the sharpness of blade,
in the malleable soil,
and the contest of bird-song,
in the freshness of dill,
in the blister that's healing,
in the variance of cloud
and the red-painted fern ~
first showings of your transfigured face!
