berries
of our
mountain ash—
planted by the same
birds whose songs we hear this morning.
of our
mountain ash—
planted by the same
birds whose songs we hear this morning.
Now,
and
for years
to come, the
rowans have enhanced
our summer backyard scenery.
Theyand
for years
to come, the
rowans have enhanced
our summer backyard scenery.
tell
no small
tale of time,
of generation,
of nature’s steady randomness.
no small
tale of time,
of generation,
of nature’s steady randomness.
Dark
leaves—
pinnate-
ly compound—
each fifteenth leaf at
the round apex of seven pairs.
leaves—
pinnate-
ly compound—
each fifteenth leaf at
the round apex of seven pairs.
All
things
grow like
this, even
the structures in our
bodies and in our feeble brains.
things
grow like
this, even
the structures in our
bodies and in our feeble brains.
