At the Still Point – Apr. 29, 2020
Time and the bell have buried the day,The black cloud carries the sun away.Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematisStray down, bend to us; tendril and sprayClutch and cling? ChillFingers of yew be curledDown on us? After the kingfisher’s windHas answered light to light, and is silent, the light is stillAt the still […]
