Our kitten turns to deliver its encomium,
Purring as if a lump of tabby quartz
Propelled it so. It shares this petrichor
With the last bumblebees seeking glamour.
Wet stones release their chatoyant gaze
As I shake Molly's cocktail shaker.
Here is quartered lime after unexpected rain:
We have lost our house, but earth is warm
Beneath your cherished tintinnabulation.