HARMONIES

      Waves of field sparrows
      flood the lake's green edge,
      the marshy shallows.

      In sudden fright they rise
      into the dense cascade
      of leaves, their ardent song 

      unconscious of its depths,
      its hidden springs.  Like that
      unconscious stealing up on oneself

      of a sense of harmony
      within the natural world:
      how trees bed to the wind;

      how the wind ignites the trees.
      Water lapping gently uder eaves
      is the enigma of birds singing:

      we hear what they feel;
      but they reman deaf to
      our voiced misunderstandings.