#2418 -- a birch tremble

2418 7.225 15.viii.26 a birch tremble how lovely the woods before the way when no one’s here to see not a leaf’s out of place just the idea of squirrel the colour of bird how lovely the heart before the church is built before the bricks are piled when mind is open to the sky still just the wings, all sizes, shapes just the clouds gone by it’s wonderful the poem how its truth is known before we…