(for Osis and
Bernadette, Pennsic XXVIII)
(copyright Arthur McLean 1991-2000)
The sad willow and the
beech,
The tall ashwood and
the poplar
Shed their leaves in
bitter autumn
As a carpet for the
rains;
A chill wind now calls
in mourning
'Cross the clearing
they have left us
And the thunder and
the stillness leave us wanting.
When the storm winds
whipped the wood,
When the lightning
tore the firment,
When the mighty oak
was fallen
And the apple close
beside:
It was cold rain shook
the branches,
It was lightning took
them from us
And the thunder and
the stillness leave us wanting.
They are fallen to the
earth
And their glory feeds
the forest.
Soon the green shoots
of the springtide
Shall avenge the
summer's blight
But no sapling so tall
towers,
But no shoot can bloom
so sweetly
And the thunder and
the stillness leave us wanting.(copyright Arthur McLean 1991-2000)
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