On the way to Cambridge This leafy canopy That spans the country road, A meeting-house for diverse branches Entwined for strength.
Beneath the canopy At summer’s zenith Sun’s light is filtered And this bower not made with hands Is a shade upon the way.
And when winter’s breath and breeze Doth freeze and denude All stems—here The cloth of snow is a shroud Awaiting spring’s Resurrection.
M Haykin©2011.