Sweep Low

Sweep low and careful to catch them in the grass.
Be daring in the tall corn and try to predict their route;
The evening is sprinkled with fire flies.


Follow the puffs of silk as they float in the wind.
Catch them along the fence lines and the cedars near the swamp;
The cat tails have burst and are sailing today.


Watch the trees, the door frames, and the 
Dew-soaked morning meadows.
There, the sun shines off the silk, and shows delicate,
Perfect webs;
The spiders have hatched and are riding the winds.


Wait by the streetlight and watch them fall.
In the dark quiet of a winter's night, the bleakness is broken;
Snowflakes, graceful, appear from nowhere.


Be, so wonderful; wrapped in beauty.
The most powerful sense comes direct to your heart.
This is not for breeze or fluttering wings;
I am sending you my love.