In spring quiescent trees don anew Their regular warm weather garb of green Those leaves of plenteous plants are true Extensions of a thought that's always been: For Life latent in the limbs lifts on high These spare expressions. Clever breeze-tossed frond Exclaims its meanings with a windy sigh To an observant universe beyond. Mute? not so, shrill words are clearly heard From the willow to the whitish birch By every passing animal and bird, By every cheerful child chanced to perch Amidst the bewildering scenario: Priceless promises which wait for a while and go. Joseph Ferrara M.D.
here are Angelo and Angela in a happy moment on our cape cod trip