The disc turns the soft fragrant earth
across the spring fields while
small moon faced calves caper
and lark,
whisking their tails in triumphant and ridiculous joy.
Ahh Spring-
you dress in Edens green,
(you Eve, you Adam)
drawing us into the garden
from which we all fled-
where moon faced angels
caper at each fence post,
their wings tangled in sweet honeysuckle
and ridiculous joy.
thecourseofourseasons 
This is fun, and delightful, and it will help to keep us going through the next few weekends ne’er weeks!
I love the moon faced calves and their ridiculous joy. A beautiful poem, my friend.