Hail, lady Moon, seen when mold-spore rises,

brown-bubbled fungus hugging well-mulched ground.

Bladder campion faintly surprises,

but not quite so much as hummingbird-sound.

Grackle and robin strut proudly around,

for chicks as fair as Nature devises:

cloistered in eggshell, like tiny prizes

for days well-sat in meditation.

Beech trees open red before they grow green;

viceroy and mourning cloak take flight on breeze,

while jewelweed persists in mediation

on fragile verge where poison ivy’s seen

or thistle grows tall for its summer’s ease.

I feel like this one is pretty good, but it could use some work.  Anyone have any advice?