Pretty sailboats glide in molten sun
toward a new gold horizon
Routine-galled, dulled, by many years cumbered,
slipping halter holiday-wise,
away into the west land.
So much cool green to see; such deep silence
to hear; clear silence; bright waters;
such deep-green of tree-shade; such chiming
of gem necklaces - birds shaking,
concealed, the leaves with crystal songs.
......
Tiny, needing a different perspective
changing my angle, my point of view
awakening senses, seeing more closely
A thick forest of white, layer upon layer
the frost on the white board of the fence
before the still quiet school
Once or twice this side of death
Things can make one hold his breath.
From my boyhood I remember
A crystal moment of September.
A wooded island rang with sounds
Of church bells in the throats of hounds.
A buck leaped out and took the tide
With jewels flowing past each side.
......
Pretty sailboats glide in molten sun
toward a new gold horizon
Once or twice this side of death
Things can make one hold his breath.
From my boyhood I remember
A crystal moment of September.
A wooded island rang with sounds
Of church bells in the throats of hounds.
A buck leaped out and took the tide
With jewels flowing past each side.
......
Tiny, needing a different perspective
changing my angle, my point of view
awakening senses, seeing more closely
A thick forest of white, layer upon layer
the frost on the white board of the fence
before the still quiet school
Routine-galled, dulled, by many years cumbered,
slipping halter holiday-wise,
away into the west land.
So much cool green to see; such deep silence
to hear; clear silence; bright waters;
such deep-green of tree-shade; such chiming
of gem necklaces - birds shaking,
concealed, the leaves with crystal songs.
......