The wind in the field is warm and wild

Wind   in & nbsp; field & nbsp; warm, & nbsp; wild…
 And & nbsp; streams & nbsp; started & nbsp; in & nbsp; running,
 A & nbsp; the sun, like a & nbsp; horse & nbsp; bulany
 Hoof & nbsp; beats  in & nbsp; river & nbsp; banks.   
 Stand  in  pantry & nbsp; oiled & nbsp; skis,
 Hut  light, drops  beans  with  roofs,
 Hillock, like & nbsp; hedgehog & nbsp; red
 Dazzled & nbsp; all  from  solar & nbsp; spray.
 In & nbsp; & nbsp; forest & nbsp; turns yellow & nbsp; husk  from & nbsp; cones,
 With & nbsp; Christmas trees & nbsp; caplet & nbsp; thawed & nbsp; water.
 And & nbsp; a band of & nbsp; village & nbsp; children
 Wanders  through & nbsp; & nbsp; puddles, who  where?
 Fell & nbsp; bump with & nbsp; familiar & nbsp; spruce,
 Titmouse  in & nbsp; silence & nbsp; tinkles, sings.
 Heat & nbsp; round & nbsp; and & nbsp; music & nbsp; drops
 Me & nbsp; somewhere  in & nbsp; distance & nbsp; calling…