Evening
The light passes
from ridge to ridge,
from flower to flower—
the hepaticas, wide—spread
under the light
grow faint—
the petals reach inward,
the blue tips bend
toward the bluer heart
and the flowers are lost.
The cornel—buds are still white,
but shadows dart
from the cornel—roots—
black creeps from root to root,
each leaf
cuts another leaf on the grass,
shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf—shadow are lost.
