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
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.
......
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.
......