From its hiding place an unfamiliar...

From its hiding place an unfamiliar bird sings a familiar lay
Across the grass a little dog chases a gray squirrel
all the way disclosed of my field of vision
I draw near to the capacious heart
of the maple
which must have begun protracted ago to summon me here
My ears pick up from the riverbank the rowers' lively halloos
and the cricket's industrious chatter attempting no les
with its compressed net of voice than to capture whole the brilliance
of late September
which already is painting everything
with its gold-me