First remember and enter the meadow, then follow the blaze of color
Medwo, metwa, to cut down, a mown field
Meadowlary, meadowy shadow
To flower is to be vigorous, prosper and thrive
Plant, bud, adorn, cover with flowers, blossom
Mask
I made my mask of many charmed doors
Of sunlight and folded song
Fomentations of linden
Of night, of silence dipped
A subtle concentration
As lilacs contemplate opening
Lids extend, down, dawn
We try to wield our way home. Wend and yield a lane less alone. At the end of one telling I came across another’s labyrinth, detached like a discarded chrysalis — and was finally able to wander.