Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
An April afternoon
An April afternoon
Tree, tree, where you lean, Can you hear and see Unearthly music, rich and rare Flooding over me? | |
Brook, brook, where you run, Can you ever know How my hurrying heart leaps Madder then you go? | |
Bird, bird, can you sing, Sing to burst your throat, Pour your life out endlessly, Joy in every note? | |
Song of brook and tree, Singing bird above, All your songs melt and merge In my song of love. | |