Blandish

Bland blond blasphemy un-bristles bequeathment 

In the name of the homily a foretaste 

Of the rasp no longer caught in the throat

Or in sharp branches of a tree just outside 

Where mating season bird flutings play 

Ring around the flurry of melodic whisps

Precise as pinpricks within the atmosphere 

Listen to the swish of a shrill harp 

Glistening freely in a frame thought

Amatory once removed and lingering 

As exhalation of breath along side-

Steps tracked apart from lockstep advancing 

Toward the ear canal of the intended 

With vibrato on arrival of spring