Edward Steinhardt - The Wooded Brook

I came upon a brook the other day,
My step intrepid and sensing still
I stood,
Awash in wonder at its current soul
Going sweetly so-
Bounding the curve and bubbling back.

A leaf of fall buoyed from tree
To stream,
As great as the Fall given man
From the Fruit's broken stem.
The leaf, in dismembered will,
Carried down the brook beyond the bend,
A season's redemption, a broken stem.

Edward Steinhardt

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