My Mind and I

We are friends,

My mind and I.....

Yet sometimes we cannot understand each other,

As though a cloud had gone over the sun,

Or the pool all blind with trees

Had forgotten the sky.

LILACS

After lilacs come out,

The air loves to flow about them

The way water in wood-streams

Flows and loves and wanders.

I think the wind has a sadness

Lifting other leaves, other sprays... ..

I think the wind is a little selfish