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?
