winds

Sweep clean the sky -

That past the dep burred line

of hills

The world begins.

"That sun against the mellowed

fence

Was there to grasp -

That shadows depths were

fathomless;

That these were her defense.

"Here were the words, elusive now,

And brilliant paints -

To capture what she loved

If she knew how.

"Yet shining days and sienna

hill

And rain soaked sod -

Wrapt round their spell

And made her still."