VI

The mountains hold communion;
They are priests, silent and austere,
They have come together
In a secret place
With unbowed heads.

VII

This hidden lake
Is a sapphire cup--
An offering clearer than wine,
Colder than tears.
The mountains hold it toward the sky
In silence.

October Morning

October is brown
In field and row--

Yet goldenrod
And goldenglow,
Purple asters
And ruddy oaks,
Sumach spreading
Crimson cloaks,
Apples red