All Over With Green

Tanagers whistle in the Spring
Winds whistle in the park
Onagers whistle in the Fall
Fathers whistle in the dark.

The child is gotten
And rotten is wild
The clover is shotten
All over with green.

(Dragons come gently
And nuzzle their hands
Dappling for apples
Warmed by the sand.)

Managers mutter in Spring
Dragons mutter in Fall
Wild bad children sing
Whenever the clover calls.

The child is Winter
And splintered and guiled
But the Summer is quilted
All over with green.