BEECH ON THE BEACH
The tree of beech
did God beseech
that she could go
to the beach
Round her apple tree
wands of blanche
had burst with bloom
every single branch.
So great was
her desire
.. God the
wishfilling fire
did move her entire
to the beach
planting her in a
rockprotected breach
and shells made white
by sun bleach.
GOLDENROD AND IRONWEED
These blazing
September scepters
banishing glooms'
wispy specters
passing all tests
of solar inspectors