Coming from within a rising hedge

Coming from within a rising hedge

   Of voluptuous white oleander -

I sensed a turmoil; one writhe

   Seduced better than before

And within the naked boughs

   Of some palo verde - in a rustle

Of few leaves - I thought I saw

   Among them a potential

So quick and sullen, I almost not

   Deemed it worthy a mention

Until a lone grackle squawked

   That vernal suspicion

Then the wind flirted with a sage

   Whose mane shimmied - fervid -

As if the breath of Earth had encouraged

   Spring to dance for him.