[I hear laughter]

I hear laughter where late was lamenting

How short the span that separates

Tears from trembling joy.


The river that should have flowed

Stood still.  A dog’s bark

Crackerjacked across the fields.


This is the time of day

When the fingers of darkness

Come down among the trees

From the hand that is the sky


Where the river has deeps and shallows

Is the eye best pleased.

Where the meadow rolls and dips

Is the heart most warmed.