Blue-green and yellow young cottony leaves,
In cloud-shadow currents and sun, are four hues
Over the summer rack of branch and tip–still
Becoming form, that in time, summer will enfold
Fully. Such blueness in the breath-tumbled sky,
And yet so quiet! Mist on the lake water is gashed
By an early morning swimmer; healing (tiny orblets
Of air, resolving welter) comes even as the crunch
Of homebound steps on gravel dies away, the towel-
Draped swimmer dashing home again after his fresh
Plunge. “Laugh before breakfast…tears by bedtime”?
A sudden shower fans from camel-colored clouds.
The little new-drenched leaves glow in the temporary
Darkened light, dancing.