tree meditations and others 231
one morning
The white
Of her fl owers against the white sunlit wall
Is excellent indeed to contemplate
And
Similarly
Her silence
Inside
The prosy silence
Of the house.
moon, rain
Homeward, and how sudden
The round white moon
Above the winter poplars
(Bunches of broomstraws)
And the gray
Of the sky in that quarter
A silence for the moon statement
And she is indoors at this hour
And the moon not visible anyway
From down in the canyon
This was yesterday --
Today where she is, at the window
Rainy light on the faucet chrome
And on the sheath of wet
On the tree, the bare
Apricot the rain sparely decorates
A knop of silver
Here and there, before
The window where she is