Sunday, May 18, 2014

May Mornings





















May Mornings
Denise Levertov

May mornings wear
light cashmere shawls of quietness,
brush back waterfalls of
burnished silk from
clear and round brows.

When we see them approaching
over lawns, trailing
dewdark shadows and footprints,
we remember, ah
yes, the May mornings,

how could we have forgotten,
what solace
it would be in the bitter violence
of fire then ice again we
apprehend – but

it seems the May mornings
are a presence known
only as they pass
light stepped, seriously smiling, bearing
each a leaflined basket
of wakening flowers.

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