There must be Something
I can say
On this windy day.
A Song to sing
Like gale-wind
Sounding in trees.
A Psalm to recite
For glory
Of the Son.
And Moon waiting
For cloud cover
Of starry Night begun.
Oh! Emily!
I try to Emulate
Your unspun verse--
Rehearse--
Dash and dot and line . . .
Capture Nature view
More said in scant words--
But Mystery between lines
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