Sunday, June 5, 2011
Darker the bark, Longer the shadows...
The blossoms of lilac,
The atoms of purple.
Green dip of the leaves,
Darker the bark,
Longer the shadows.
Sheer lines of poplar
Shimmer with masses of silver
And down in a garden old with years
And broken walls of ruin and story,
Roses rise with red rain-memories.
In the open world
The sun comes and finds your face,