Take what you will
From this mood, or air
At first it is uplifting
Until further contemplation
Reveals an indiscriminate sky
And trees, bare without leaves
Yet wait, are not the hedgerows
Tinged with a purple maroon
As though life itself
Was reaching out to spring
When love may well again
Be found there on every corner
With the scents and the stimulations
Of roses in bloom, and
Skipped steps around the maypole
And did I not see a hint
Of light copper in that clutch
Of fine branches, set bright
Against the fading grey
