That portion of the Madrigal song introduces this set of scenes and words.
| Each white stem a soul More of the dead than living Great cloud of being |
| Broken cement blocks Holding up springtime flowers Fleeting May morning |
| This morning so fair Ev'rything growing freely A gift for the eyes |
| This year's leaves appear Generously dressing trees Shady streets of green |
| Elegant figures Their plastic from darkest oil Reflecting our times |
| Pond boardwalk still damp Late frost melting on petals No frogs singing yet |
| Hopeful ferns reach up The warm blue sky welcomes them Another spring sign |
| Now called 'no mow May' Bees may thrive when mowers rest Sweet smells the spring air |
| Tulip memories Scattered among the bare stems Their encore next year |
Frogs sing fervent songs
While fish drift in cool water
Warmer days ahead
Bonsai forest fresh
Greets May visitors again
Back from winter care
| Allium so proud Atop its lengthy green stem Smiling at the sun |
| Bluebell meadow green Greets hikers for a few weeks Joyful spring walking |
| Begonia bath Of evening springtime sun Lighting petals bright |
| Poppies yet to be Open for all to admire Before summer comes |
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| Trillium white groves Invite hikers to go slow Trees barely in leaf |
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| Breakfast for the crow Pulling things from the litter Today a soft prize |
| Final cream display Tulip petals soon to fall Bulb to rest again |
| Silvery slender Young poppy stem, bloom ahead Bursting orange then |
| Primrose in morning Light warming each passing day Badge of spring this year |


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