In a space provided
was a copse in late
Summer all tamarack
& birch. & inside it
ever the tallest ferns
by sun splashed
luminous as dayglow
in that greenwood
grown by some whimsy
in the bird-chirped
stillness
too over the top
a canvas moment
beyond the haiku
beyond Thoreau’s Cape
Cod sketchbook
easily acknowledged
as yet that
still small chirp
to recall
to see again