UNTITLED  (TO MISS THE OLD PERSUASION)

To miss the old persuasion, should we go.

 

And spring did come, and discourse made

Enough of weddings to us all

That, loving her for whom the whole world grows

Fragrant and white, we linger to recall

As down aisles of cut trees

How a tall trunk’s cross-section shows

Concentric rings, those many marriages

That life on each live thing bestows.