Hail, bright crescent, at sunset appearing.
Redstart and grosbeak heralded your way.
Anthills push up through rain-compacted clay.
Fieldfare, killdeer, and impatient brambling —
each found their music and started singing,
and their songs become stronger every day,
as soon as darkness turns to sunrise gray;
twilight also echoes with their singing.
Bright lady Moon, teach us secrets of spring:
unwind for us the skein of egg and seed.
Unlock our ears to the language of birds,
so we taste sweetness in honey-bee’s sting,
and beauty in wildflower and weed,
and mystery in turkey-vulture’s words.

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