You heard—the song the moth sings, the babble
Of falling snowflakes (in a language
No school has taught you), the scream
Of the reddening bud of the oak tree
As the bud burst into the world’s brightness.
~ Robert Penn Warren, from “Muted Music,” The Collected Poems of Robert Penn Warren
Notes:
- Photo: Suzanne Mrozak with Quercus Alba (White Oak) taken on April 8, 2017
- Poem: Memory’s Landscape