Victoria Bosch Murray
Your day will begin in morning and end in darkness.
You'll be happy, then sad. Her hand will touch
yours, and then it won't. It will snow, rain, sun, and wind.
You will be sad, then happy. Rain will melt the snow.
Sun will temper wind. A seedling will root
along the path to the woods. You'll hear light.
A tree will fall before your door.
The touch of her hand, no accident.