Tainted Delta

I ponder the reason of Delta rising in my meadow is it
something of  'a deeper reasoning unfolding' crap or
lush-in-the-mountains or
a flavor of impecable lust that slips through one's fingers not in winter
not in cold or in a generous breeze but
under a warm sky heavy-handed I perpetuate my own possibilities
to the last
until the last
the last
thought-to-action sway
under good terms
and I should know
)not less than( seldom it is cumbersome to overgrow
the swift foreshadowing.