Stormy Weather 010[1]

 

A nothing day full of

wild beauty and the

timer pings. Roll up

the silver off the bay

take down the clouds

sort the spruce and send to laundry marked,

more starch. Goodbye

golden- and silver-

rod, asters, bayberry

crisp in elegance.

Little fish stream

by, a river in water.

 

James Schuyler, Closed Gentian Distances

 

Advertisements