Summer Evening in the City

Though tethered to the earth I joy in flight,

My wings a seagull flying smoothly over

The ponds gay-trimmed with mallards, meadow clover

Tauny with baby calves; where yellow-bright

With buttercups the cool spring winds. Not trite

But new with freshness comes the call of plover

From golding seas of wheat. At dusk my rover

Eyes see a land ... an open door ... a light ...

How good the summer evening gives me wings;

That childhood trailways carve the paths for age!

What joy--as fragrance lifts from mountain sage--

Companioning with dear, familiar things!