A Brown Leaf Clinging

Knowing the autumn and your need--

I, too, am a brown leaf clinging--

I would bring you April seed

In new green phrases with a bluebird singing.

I know the dark of your grief, your yearning,

Knowing your April and June are gone;

Yet there is peace in the slow returning ...

"Dust to dust" ... but preludes Dawn.

I would bring you resurgent newness:

A crocus venturing a greening slope,

A white gull wheeling against the blueness,

A lily-bloom of unconquerable hope--

Yet will a blown leaf, part of earth,

Feel the tremor of spring's rebirth.