Sort of an illustration (old poem from Way Stations):

                  Summer was ocean, a deep gift,
  incubation of Joshua, solstitial parakeet.
  And earth was borne into heaven,
  vaulted into heaven on boats of reeds.

   
                  And this May light in the neighborhoods,
  where a flowering clematis mantles the porch
  in curls of shade, is preparation -
  enjoins old bones to climb the coruscating tree.