The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.

This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of

When you consider the radiance, th… itself but pours its abundance wit… nook and cranny not overhung or hi… that birds’ bones make no awful no… lie low in the light as in a high…

I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I

Fall’s leaves are redder than spring’s flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the win… schools them out or down in shoals or droves: though I

One failure on Top of another

Fall fell: so that’s it for the l… some flurries have whitened the ed… and lawns: time for that, the snow… turkeys and old St. Nick: where a… find something to write about I ha…

The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing

The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,

afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from

Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…

The people of my time are passing… wife is baking for a funeral, a 60… died suddenly, when the phone ring… Ruth we care so much about in inte… it was once weddings that came so…

All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset

You think the ridge hills flowing,… with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black… for each sunset, hold on to you, i… wander, give reality recurrence en…

I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in