In Summer, By Denise Levertov
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When the light, late in the afternoon, pauses among
the highest branches of the highest trees,
they stir a little, as if in pleasure. Light and a passing breeze
become one and the same, a caress. Then the lower branches,
leaves or needles in shadow, talk up the lilt
of that response, their green with its hint of blue forming
what, if it were sound, could be called
a chord with the almost yellow of those
the sunlight tarries with.
From “Sands of the Well” by Denise Levertov (A New Directions Paperback: 136 pp., $9.95)
