The Earth Turns South/This Day
III.
This Day
I.Life is a gaudy scarf,With a riotous red fringe ringing its white center.The mud of things has spattered it again and again,And after its many washingsIts threadbare heart is still white,But the warm fringeIs a faded, dingy pink.
II.Life is a rose in bud,Full of June color and fragrance.It is old now, old and crackly;The scent is musty,And a careless touchShatters to dust its brittle substance.