I come to stare at leaves as deep as snow, That have sent the roots to sea, that know A restlessness I, restless, know. I come to stare at leaves as deep as snow. I turn the rake, send tines upended Not to use as I intended But to lean and stare as if deep in snow And hear the restless things I know: Too many things put aside or shunted That had been centered when I started, Too many things a life must ask us,-- So quick a quiet moment will unmask us. A moment's thought, and all disguise Resolves itself into surprise; A moment more of wonder, even more, And ignorance the disguise restores. Leaves unsheltered by the coming wind Rub the half-bare trees where they began; They move as they would there once again Climb to be leaves returned by wind. Deep behind the mask, a whisper knows There's an old hole of light to show Just where we've come, and yet may go, Among restless leaves as deep as snow.