emperor's new clothes

Invisible fresh air is cut and sewn

when whistles, chirps and warbles sweetly shear

off from sky's roll of space, as silk ribon

freed, catches light and slips into my ear

so makes my head a globe of rainbow sound

how dewdrops swirl Infinity around

What do they shape, each skillful needle beak

sure stitching in woods' lichen fuzzy heights?

From memory's pattern a promise wake:

lengthening days must shorten Winter nights;

now Sun which dowdy clouds hid as if shy

Springs forward proud, and naked wows the sky