Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Entering the Landscape

Corn going to seed steals yellow sun
from the brow of marigold  
and a quilt of silvery lupine.

Across the August afternoon runs 
a humid belly of roiled rain, 
then the tick and pop of hail as ponds pond.

East of Kline Kill, a mown field
grows and will whiten with the next snow,
months away but sure again:
it's yet midsummer.

Littered into this road cut excavation
like the rusted Schlitz cans or rhus vernix,
I have thrown myself into the trees
that now can scream green no louder.