- Of Hidden Places
In hidden places my gladness grows:
on pools of turquoise, tranquil as the sky;
through vines on the pale-blue arbor gate;
in fields, where milky lilies wander;
near buttercups, growing in the wild,
freshly woken on the morning breeze;
beneath the swaying wind-swept lindens,
as they rustle in their emerald dresses.
My happiness derived, incrementally, from
each minute feature of this world’s changing colors.
And with my every mood they twirl
around me as an opalescent skirt
of nature’s flowing faces--
where willows whiten and aspens quiver
in a secret sweetness that seems to trail
behind my ever growing joy and delight.
