Past the streaked poison petal, strange of name,
Past cups and hanging bells, past wild or tame
Sun-yellow, past bright blue that goes to bed --
Past all of these with whom delight has wed
Since the first dawn moved any to exclaim,
Earth's kingdoim loves its leaves..........................................
A portion of "Leaves", by Mark Van Doren, Collected and New Poems, 1924-1963
I promised myself & Annie Dillard I would try to be there...........................
