The sheep are browsing, keeping the flock's design
by bleating gently, ranged in the taut sunshine
along the rocky slopes to the timberline.
Through lofty branches high on the birch and fir
the winds above them pass and in haste recur
with sig [...]
Like the living and grown
cells of a tree
winter will rearrange
Are the thoughts we have known,
certain to be
subject to season's change.
Praise the spring for its dream,
winter for truth,
harvesting leafless earth;
Praise a man for a [...]