The
Beautiful Changes
One
wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The
Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On
water; it glides
So
from the walker, it turns
Dry
grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
Valleys
my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.
The
beautiful changes as a forest is changed
By
a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it;
As
a mantis, arranged
On
a green leaf, grows
Into
it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any
greenness is deeper than anyone knows.
Your
hands hold roses always in a way that says
They
are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In
such kind ways,
Wishing
ever to sunder
Things
and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose
For
a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
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