The red chestnut speaks of a pathos released into productivity.
What ring of time
gives significance to planetary measures,
as white gold, like a wreath
of natural solidarity and commitment
to eternal realms beneath your branches.
My child and I took hands under the red chestnut tree
then walked along the roadside.
Her heart was a cloistered contemplation,
mine, a despairing tear, welling
up from pathos.
Could I really worry anymore
that I would not find my way
along this mercy road?
The sweet peas wavedtheir bonneted heads.