tired as a
grove of trees
blooming
with fruit
no sunlight
reaches the
floor for the
apples and
the pears and
the peaches
(even peach
trees in this
grove) darkling
the fructuous
shade that
gathers
beneath the
jealous boughs
far from the
noise and the
din of dull
society
waiting for all
to be dimmed
waiting for
the sun-drop.
Γ
even-tide,
the colour of patience:
pale pink.