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.