Veils
When trees begin to pale with leaves or bloom,
The first effect seems like a stretched gauze haar,
A tailored fitting from the hidden loom
Which spins this morning mist (distinct and far
Removed from deaths). It corresponds with dawn.
Then sometimes when thin scraps of actual haze
Rise up from damp domains, the limbs put on
These wisps of masquerade until the rays
Of later sunshine, later days, bring out
Frank garments, true, from large green trunks where they
Have lain in naked winter, and without
A hint of shame put on their full display.
..And then the last effect: the bloom and leaf
….Begin to fail. They clothe the ground with grief.