From Many Winters, 1974, by Nancy Wood
Wherever my eyes fall
I see you everywhere.
In the still pond gathering ice
To conceal itself from winter
You are the deep shy water.
In the slow built sparrow’s nest
Of infinite eggs and seasons
You are the mother to spring.
In summer flowers bursting
Down from the mountaintop
You are a wild and fragile dancer.
In the autumn wind at odds
With the disappearing leaves
You are the promise of next year.
Wherever my eyes fall
I see you everywhere.
You have thus become my vision
As my eyes go blind with years.