I walked awhile beneath the sun
and in the half-shade of the trees
between the grass stalks shoulder-high.
This fullness of the fruitful air
that pulses with the song of birds
and murmurs with the babble of
the little brook deep in the shade
is balm to snags and nagging doubts.
Here where golden pollen dusts
the blue and green and dappled shade
is calm and peace. I hold them both
just for a while, space of a dream.