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Clear and Colder

Wind the season-climate mixer In my Witches’ Weather Primer Says to make this Fall Elixir First you let the summer simmer, Using neither spoon nor skimmer,   Till about the right consistence. (This like fate by stars is reckoned, None…

After-Flakes

In the thick of a teeming snowfall I saw my shadow on snow. I turned and looked back up at the sky, Where we still look to ask the why Of everything below. If I shed such a darkness, If…

On a Bird Winging in its Sleep

A bird half wakened in the lunar noon Sang half way through its little inborn tune. Partly because it sang but once all night And that from no especial bush’s height; Partly because it sang ventriloquist And had the inspiration…

Design

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth— Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients…

Voice Ways

Some things are never clear. But the weather is clear tonight, Thanks to a clearing rain. The mountains are brought up near, The stars are brought out bright. Your old sweet-cynical strain Would come in like you here: “So we…

Neither Out Far nor in Deep

The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look at the sea all day. As long as it takes to pass A ship keeps raising its hull; The wetter…

Moon Compasses

I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause Between two downpours to see what there was. And a masked moon had spread down compass rays To a cone mountain in the midnight haze, As if the final estimate were hers,…

The Master Speed

No speed of wind or water rushing by But you have speed far greater. You can climb Back up a stream of radiance to the sky, And back through history up the stream of time. And you were given this…

The Strong Are Saying Nothing

The soil now gets a rumpling soft and damp, And small regard to the future of any weed. The final flat of the hoe’s approval stamp Is reserved for the bed of a few selected seed. There is seldom more…

They Were Welcome to Their Belief

Grief may have thought it was grief. Care may have thought it was care. They were welcome to their belief, The over important pair. No, it took all the snows that clung To the low roof over his bed, Beginning…