THE VEIL OF MAY No more than a week and the leaves have all come out on the ash trees now they are more than half open on the ancient walnuts standing alone in the field reaching up through the mute amazement of age they have uncurled on the oaks from hands small as […] Read More
“Before a Departure in Spring” by W.S. Merwin
BEFORE A DEPARTURE IN SPRING Once more it is April with the first light sifting through the young leaves heavy with dew making the colors remember who they are the new pink of the cinnamon tree the gilded lichens of the bamboo the shadowed bronze of the kamani and the blue day opening as the […] Read More
“To the New Year”, by W.S. Merwin
TO THE NEW YEAR With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir as though they had not noticed and did not know you at all then the voice of a dove calls from far […] Read More
