Stirring The Water (From, Occasional Songs)

Stirring the water That flows from the past, Memories and globetrotter Each to each is classed; Shades that are of shapes Fulsome and there hidden, Sweeter fruits and grapes Full of world quarrels ridden. Stirring the soft light That flows with time being, Giving out the hindsight Judge what you are seeing; From the corners too strait And circles round their own, All that's to accommodate What is not clearly shown. Stirring the new hour From earth's footsteps on, Seeds and each flower That processes from its awn; Paths to hills and meadows With swaying grass of green, Everything that up grows From where it's before been.