A Springtime Poetry Break
...ree they know-the meaning of Arboreal life, how from earth’s salty lap The solar beam uplifts it; all the holiness Enacted by leaves’ fall and rising sap; But never an angel knows the knife-edged severance Of sun from shadow where the trees begin, The blessed cool at every pore caressing us -An angel has no skin. They see the Form of Air; but mortals breathing it Drink the whole summer down into the breast. The lavish pinks, the field new-mown, th...
