YOU.
From poplar leaves weeping their
amber on evening
to the silver of rustling ripe wheat
You remember the key.
From the heat in new buds and the
power in grass
to dawn\'s entrance in saffron sheets
You remember the secret.
From rain-flakes of gold on watery
lawn to lakes of
snowwhite feathers on swans\' necks
You remember the text.
From the salmon asleep in wavering
green weeds
to a queen bee in egg resplendence
You remember the spell.
Your word, Oh Alchemist, draws all
who look, bares
to raw bone the true metal of nature
for You ring the changes.