Lostaesion

I dreamed of trees. Bright boughs and blooms Through gloom and morning spilled While I brushed back their silver leaves That sunlit skies had filled With gilded wash--the vermeil sight Above the dusky bark Seemed starry trains above the moon And night's enclosing dark And I stepped under such a sky: New-formed, bejeweled, and bright And wished I could forever dwell Within its dim half-light. There nothing stirred; no beast or bird Dwelt in the forest there Though I heard silent rivers trill Still wand'ring swift and fair Through banks embraced by cattail roots; Through drooping willow leaves That rustled in the water's rush