Wind in & nbsp; field & nbsp; warm, & nbsp; wild…
And & nbsp; streams & nbsp; started & nbsp; in & nbsp; running,
A & nbsp; the sun, like a & nbsp; horse & nbsp; bulany
Hoof & nbsp; beats in & nbsp; river & nbsp; banks.
Stand in pantry & nbsp; oiled & nbsp; skis,
Hut light, drops beans with roofs,
Hillock, like & nbsp; hedgehog & nbsp; red
Dazzled & nbsp; all from solar & nbsp; spray.
In & nbsp; & nbsp; forest & nbsp; turns yellow & nbsp; husk from & nbsp; cones,
With & nbsp; Christmas trees & nbsp; caplet & nbsp; thawed & nbsp; water.
And & nbsp; a band of & nbsp; village & nbsp; children
Wanders through & nbsp; & nbsp; puddles, who where?
Fell & nbsp; bump with & nbsp; familiar & nbsp; spruce,
Titmouse in & nbsp; silence & nbsp; tinkles, sings.
Heat & nbsp; round & nbsp; and & nbsp; music & nbsp; drops
Me & nbsp; somewhere in & nbsp; distance & nbsp; calling…