Sermon on Form

Each subject demands its own form. Frost takes as its shape the tree and grass blade, window shield and road. Insects stir and swell as one, they know the power of the many. Love does not always require a poem, but this time a wilderness. Children, study the trees—only their falling discloses the kind of weight they hold. Don’t worry that the story seems poorly told, each defeat a stick in the mud. See how these events take the shape of foxes running through the snow?  end