A golden wind sweeps with a roar through the world that has become a fierce gorgeous garden, and it nods breathlessly.
Out of its blazing depths color leaps and the growling music of a torn God singing in pain.
O what a day.
Beauty bursting into madness.
On the Beach
The lake comes gliding in and in,
And gliding out it goes,
Running up and back on the ribbon of the beach
That plays with its silver toes.
And the lake reaches down to the hem of its gown