MOVED BY THE BEAUTY OF TREES

 

 

Ishion Hutchinson

 

 

 

The beauty of the trees stills her;

she is stillness staring at the leaves,

 

still and green and keeping up the sky;

their beauty stills her and she is quiet

 

in her stare, her eyes’ long lashes curve

and keep, her little mouth opens

 

and keeps still with its quiet for the beauty

of the trees, their leaves, the sky

 

and its blue quiet, very still and quiet;

her looking eyes wide, deep, silent

 

hard on the trees and the beauty

of the sky, the green of the leaves.