Wednesday, June 23, 2010
There's no way to describe
how the light splays
after the storm, under the clouds
Still piled like Armageddon
Back to the west, the northwest
intent on incursion.
There's no way to picture it,
though others have often tried to.
Here in the mountains
it's like a ricochet from a sea surge,
Meadow grass moving like sea stalks
in the depths of its brilliance.
Posted over on The Writer's Almanac