Paddy J. P. Harris
Sleep trees, sleep bushes, sleep a restful sleep
And wait for spring, or sleep for evermore
For who’s to know if summer will return.
River sleep a swollen winter sleep.
Let deepest currents form a dreaming flow
Of thoughts that knew a simple summer joy.
Just give those memories a taste, then with
Those leaves you carry on your back,
Release them in the ever wakeful sea,