Sunday, May 26, 2013

Crossing Herbaceous Borders

In our sixties now
And I am much amazed.
In other days we imagined
What could climb our trellis
Of time, what would open
Under light that had
Not touched us yet, how far into
Eden we might get, might
Return in love to look
For a lost glove, find
Dropped shears --it could
Take many years.