Green seastill, the waves--so tiredmy aching feet.
Cobwebs--so they shimmer, as netsof pearls strewn.
How abundant!roadside jewels, brightin mornings dew.
Plant growsas mint--I stoopbut no.
Ridgegap-grown; rootbare in earth.
Bare stem onground upright--on its limbthe flower-plume.
Among the trashwanton strewna golden flower.
Tall trees, barelimbs straight; at their feethow green the mead!
By the roadsidefive lone purple flowersamong the clover.
Old church--in freshen blooms, standinga double pine.