For Ed and Mimi Koren
Rooted, towering, tipped
with a flicker of leaves, the elms
stand in their April blossoming,
whole in their power, yet spare,
tentative yet in the full
ramifications of beauty;
the rich green crown, the sea
of foaming light, the summer
glory to be.
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