Elmer hunts and hunts. Mornings are made for laughter —Bug’s a happy hare. © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

fountain cascades herpearls, fraught hen calls her drake —wrens feed on the fly © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

sing the morning’s riselift limbs and leaves to dawn’s gleamgreet the day with song © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

Globe will play the play. Bill is christened in Avon. Sonnets sound and sound. © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

Ford’s Theater bled.Miss Bedell’s word grew a beard.John Wilkes Booth bleeds out. © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

One-hundred and foursilk poppies to rememberdry bones on hard stone. © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

Cattle at their edgePavement’s slick with the night’s rain —Lone balloon drifts by © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

Cappadocian boy,Slayer of the dragon’s slayed. — Ascalon’s still warm. © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

cows swim in green lakestrees are dancing in the wind — blood graces the lamb © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

birds call to the mornstiff limbs stretching with the dawn —'tis a bright new day © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

Redcoats blast the bay.Breakers break ‘gainst ancient stone —Boston Harbor quakes. © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

glass piano breakspurple lion claws the floor —boardwalk’s stately game © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

Ancient Dylan singsscarlet flowers paint the scene —the King washes feet © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved

From the house-top isheard the least of the small ones —there’s no rest for them. © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved