The morning sky is clouding up and what is that tree, dressed up in white? The fruit tree, French pear. Sulphur- yellow bees stud the forsythia canes leaning down into the transfer across the park. And trees in skimpy flower bud suggest the uses of paint thinner, so fine the net they cast upon the wind. Cross-pollination is the order of the fragrant day. That was yesterday: today is May, not April and the magnolias open their goblets up and an unseen precipitation fills them. A gray day in May.
James Schuyler - 1923-1991
How about an oak leaf if you had to be a leaf? Suppose you had your life to live over knowing what you know? Suppose you had plenty money "Get away from me you little fool." Evening of a day in early March, you are like the smell of drains in a restaurant where paté maison is a slab of cold meat loaf damp and wooly. You lack charm.