Feldspar flecks find God's ground Flush with spring flashings, rainrun acres Gunwale-awash in gutterspill, goutings Wonder-wet with melt-marr, molten makings Growing grousey graves'-grass grey in twilight; Unhouselled souls stir inchling, stem-stretch Twig-timbrels tautly aching, arch in arch, Unreal yet resurrected in raintime runoff; Many man-taking markings make me mourn so, Seeing how light intends the least things be limber: God pours his pity on graceless things.