Flowers

                         

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

 Robert Frost

 

She slept beneath a tree –

Remembered but by me.

I touched her Cradle mute –

She recognized the foot –

Put on her carmine suit

     And see!

Emily Dickenson

Mute cradles on Park Street - May Day, 2017