Sweep the house clean,
hang fresh curtains in the windows
put on a new dress
and come with me!
The elm is scattering
its little loaves
of sweet smells
from a white sky!

Who shall hear of us
in the time to come?
Let him say there was
a burst of fragrance
from black branches.

From - Making It New, Canfield Press (1973) © by William Carlos Williams (1938)