Let us be shy again like feathered things,
Stroll in the gardens of the spectrum (all
Last summer); waiting for the first snowfall,
Hear colors dropping, and the brisk flurry of wings.
—Stanley Kunitz
photo: Gabriela Herman
Let us be shy again like feathered things,
Stroll in the gardens of the spectrum (all
Last summer); waiting for the first snowfall,
Hear colors dropping, and the brisk flurry of wings.
—Stanley Kunitz
photo: Gabriela Herman
