WOOD AND WINDFALL

The fleshy petal Shivers descendingly to moors on the mirror of the wood;fingers of the breeze Detached it to feather The sea of the room.A sudden light And windfall and stillness.Simple as the act of a good woman At the pool of her glass,the day dons Diamonds and drabness flashes. Flashes.Light-falls.Observe The lamps of, moon of,their festival Wind falls.Observe That timber of the usual which dreams in the rich yard and sweetens with seasoning and firm its grain into hardwood,heartwood