Green Red Brown and White

Bit an apple on its red

side Smelled like snow

Between white halves broken open

brown winks slept in sockets of green

Stroked a birch white as a thigh

scar-flecked smooth as the neck

of a horse On mossy pallets green

the pines dropped down

their perfect carvings brown

Lost in the hairy wood

followed berries red

to the fork Had to choose

between green and green High

in a sunwhite dome a brown bird

sneezed Took the path least likely

and it led me home For

each path leads both out and in

I come while going No to and from

There is only here And here

is as well as there Wherever

I am led I move within the care

of the season

hidden in the creases of her skirts

of green or brown or beaded red

And when they are white

Iam not lost I am not lost then

only covered for the night