There's... Poem by John May
There's...
I
An angel on my right, my girl
A maple's airy symphony
The scram'bling of a nervous squirrel
And breezes blushing quietly
II
A solitary Aspen tree
Whose leaves suspect that fall is near
A cloudless sky (a lifted sea)
And semi-silence everywhere
III
The coming end of summer fair
The distant call of lonely crows
The rocking of this metal chair
As stanzas three come to a close
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