nature poem

the poets tell
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
and so it goes
my son is dead and i am going blind
the fragrance came
and still they walked on
in all things not spoken of
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
let us pity those who are better off than we are
love me at last, or if you will not
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
i saw the first pear
the lightning flashed, and lifted
day is done