Author: Roger Vincent Jasaitis

• Transcendence

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSY6IqNuEKo A Late Walk When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered weeds Is sadder than any words A tree beside…