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

                                             

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