From a quarry A slab of rockTurned and tuned, Polished and placedOn a pedestalMarble gray Swirled with blackStatement in time.

Peonies bloom WhenJune comes  We invite themInside to the supper table,Because a table needsTo serve upFood for the bodyAnd the soul.

Everyone loves a redbird with his Peaked cap and beaded eyes.Cardinal sits on the trellis;He thinks he hides in his black faceBut his scarlet feathers glow brightEven among the red roses, weSee him hop on thorny stemsWhere he and his lack-luster brideHave built a nest for spotted eggsTo hatch crimson fledglings.