Alice
O. Howell
THE
RUNES OF APRIL
Shadows of barebranched trees
runic athwart the road -
I walk easily up, where I could never climb
their soaring tops,
and touch the insubstantial buds and sing -
The
trees are very old, now so am I
yet both of us are trusting
this pulsing casting of prophetic spring.
a.o.howell