Symphony
The artist Wyeth
Said all of life was displayed
in a square-inch of grass.
He must have seen the diamond drop
Wedged on the arch of a blade,
The curved wands of grass bending
in the wind,
The wormhole mounds breaking through
the soil,
The mossy mat beneath the fresh new stalks,
The glistening edges, the darkness beneath.
A communion of renewal,
A symphony in green.