
when i see a small rabbit or a buck with five or six does, a mountainside blanketed in fog, a delicate sunflower or the soulfulness of a long river valley, a wistfulness overcomes me

when i see a small rabbit or a buck with five or six does, a mountainside blanketed in fog, a delicate sunflower or the soulfulness of a long river valley, a wistfulness overcomes me
summer looks like the tops of lush, green trees
and a steady dock,
the whisper of a flying finch,
and the setting of the evening sun
against the sweet smell of cut grass