The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
The wind blowing, the leaves
Here, the speaker places us in the most poetic of seasons, autumn, by describing leaves turning red while the grass is not yet brown. 
 
 Describing the color as “fire” also evokes the apocalyptic tone of the entire poem, which seeks to elevate the beauty of the everyday by pointing out its ephemerality. 
 We also see how Levertov uses enjambment to create ambiguity and tension–in the first line, the fire seems to be in the grass, but no, it is still “so green.”  We can see the end, but it has not yet come. She will do this again, and use caesura to complicate matters further. This can be seen as form echoing content–the world may seem simple, but it is riddled with connections and miracles.
Living