Is this relief I feel at feeling great?
Or satisfaction after exercise?
For here’s the pressured holiday I hate
that never gave me any good surprise,
and only yesterday I bore a load
of office work, domestic chores, and pain
my children nurtured as I walked a road
I never tried, in clearness after rain.

Could it have been the lakes of ginkgo leaves
I witnessed yellow in December light?
Or liquidambar standing on concrete
with stems like masts? Such scenery relieves,
and weary is awakened by the sight
of red regattas standing on the street.