Some of the mayflies
drift on into June
without their names
*
Spring reappears in the evening
oyster cloud sky catches in pines
water light wells out of needles after sundown
*
On small summit pine hollow
field chickweed under trees
split white petals drifting over shadows
*
Two crows call to each other
flying over
same places
*
Three broad blue petals
I do not know
what kind of flower
*
Leaves never seen before
look how they have grown
since we came here
*
Day’s end green summer stillness
pine shadows drift far out
on long boards
*
Mourning dove sound
cricket sound
no third
*
All day the wind blows
and the rock
keeps its place
*
Sunlight after rain
reflections of ruffled water
cross the ceiling
*
High in the east full moon
and far below on the plain
low clouds and lightning
*
Jay clatters through dark pine
it remembers
something it wants among them
W. S. Merwin
Hass, Robert., ed. “Summer Canyon”. Poet’s Choice: Poems for Everyday Life. Hopewell, New Jersey: Ecco Press. 1998. pp.155-156.
