Comments about May Sarton
Leaves Before The Wind
We have walked, looked at the actual trees:
The chestnut leaves wide-open like a hand,
The beech leaves bronzing under every breeze,
We have felt flowing through our knees
As if we were the wind.
We have sat silent when two horses came,
Jangling their harness, to mow the long grass.
We have sat long and never found a name