In spring quiescent trees don anew
Their regular warm weather garb of green
Those leaves of plenteous plants are true
Extensions of a thought that's always been:
For Life latent in the limbs lifts on high
These spare expressions. Clever breeze-tossed frond
Exclaims its meanings with a windy sigh
To an observant universe beyond.
Mute? not so, shrill words are clearly heard
From the willow to the whitish birch
By every passing animal and bird,
By every cheerful child chanced to perch
Amidst the bewildering scenario:
Priceless promises which wait for a while and go.
Joseph Ferrara M.D.
here are Angelo and Angela in a happy moment on our cape cod trip
