I believe in the new moon
and the wind that stirs
this delicate bounty of spring.
I believe that flowers are mad
with the ecstasy of their hours.
I believe in the green lake
and the fish, leaping
for a glimpse of sky and
I believe that Miss Emma's trees
will always blaze with light,
though one by one, they fall,
their long bones
turning softly into earth. |
