• Old age is
    a flight of small
    cheeping birds
    bare trees
    above a snow glaze.
    Gaining and failing
    they are buffeted
    by a dark wind -
    But what?
    On harsh weedstalks
    the flock has rested -
    the snow
    is covered
    with broken
    seed husks
    and the wind tempered
    with a shrill
    piping of plenty.

    "To Awaken an Old Lady". The Dial, August 1920.