All day the red and sweet butter tulips Shouted to the split-rail fence Keeping watch over the new grass; Teasing and flirting with no intention Whatsoever of mixing dirt
All day clouds were meeting and going Interrupting the hot sun Frogs on the far side keeping on Churring, whistling, mating Roiling the shallow water
All day the leather skin of winter erupted The split-rail fence kept a straight face Twig-ends unrolling their new wings Like so many fresh kites Tethered and winking
All day hopping from one to another to another The light ones mating with the dark ones twice as big The fat ones interrupting the dark ones Squeezing out long bubbled egg chains Snakes of translucent eyeballs
All day in the heat The kingfisher flew low twice over Interrupting the orgy And two water snakes wove downstream On a determined path
All day the flags of Beltane are flying All day the wings are unfolding The frogs are pushing madly The water is flowing coolly The fence is standing still.