Argolis

Like sun on grasses

Warming to life

Quaint beetles, curious weeds,

Till earth awakens, pregnant beneath its rays —

So came the shepherds down to Argolis.

As nameless trees

Cast cloud-grey shadows there

On moon-pale, tarnished snow,

Till snow and shadow are lost,

Alike confused and forgotten

Among the withered reeds —

So lies their memory across its heart.