I was hitch-hiking in the North Country <br />And for one marble moment stood transfixed <br />By a roadside grove: <br />Yellow leaves on white birch trees, <br />Blue scattered northern columbines <br />Perched among the rocks. <br />The ecstatic height of that framed sight <br />Lives only in my gallery <br />Of unrecorded memory <br />Lost to transported spheres.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marble-moments/
