Andrew Taylor Aedon In no spring was there more noise wailful but with recognition perhaps different waking pattern alertness Orange tips along footpath Quietness here there perhaps that sorrowful song rising such mournfulness mythological departures a cover break Eternal Feeling Movement To sing of spring to seek the omens of true spring drive south fly north do not hide as a fragment beneath out of view rather fizz like the energy off a packed square’s concrete when it’s least expected rise above the early hum As you move through the world Sort the merry in myth ground voluptuous hidden leaf flower melancholy magic air song Summer’s spot abroad as happiest fame nightingale in sunburst Provençal immortal thought unborn Th