Palms Fronds

Glittering in wind and sun,

they accentuate midday:

Blades of light,

shimmering, rattling,

palmtops bobbing

unsheltered in the blast.

Later they may become Hula dancers,

thatched roofs and woven things,

But no future fire or night of drums,

or clever use could make them more

than they are now— the world excited,

the sight I see.