OUT ON THE BAY


Out on the bay
Was spread a silver while sheet,
Glazed and painted by the sun,
Today.

Down in my heart
Was pain and sorrow's dark sleet
Eased and melted by the sun,
In part.




RESTING


There is no soothing so complete,
As sitting in the sun,
Or chasing butterflies through wheat,
Although no cloth is spun.




A SHOWER'S MELODY