Three Pleasures
~Sara Swenson I In a park in Wisconsin in early spring These green-budding maples Draw from the pith of every supple twig To taste the sun’s returning warmth-- And beneath them children play. II From these eager faces winter’s quiet Flies away like startled birds from the treetops In Wisconsin. Children tumble, one by one, Through the raw spring grass And pick the clover. III It is a joy, also, to be walking Towards home, through the cold, near nightfall, And see the silhouettes of birds Against a golden sun diffused across the skyline And the windows of each home ablaze With a private glow. |