In the Forest
Dec. 31st, 2002
Still and not still. In the lightest dawn breeze
Time’s art is all at hand about the trees.
It touches on us too: wife, daughter, I,
a blind wood-leaf mosaic about the sky.
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Dec. 31st, 2002
Still and not still. In the lightest dawn breeze
Time’s art is all at hand about the trees.
It touches on us too: wife, daughter, I,
a blind wood-leaf mosaic about the sky.