Poetry

It sifts from leaden sieves

  1. O Muse! 04: Winter Solstice 2021
  2. Synesthesia
  3. Amziecaster
  4. It sifts from leaden sieves
  5. I think the weather mourned you too
  6. Dancing with David
  7. ukkaruti
  8. November Beach
  9. Winter Branches
  10. Blue Winter
  11. Pandora’s Box
  12. Wild Man Wyman
  13. The Neutral Ground
  14. Marley Mauve Surfboard Mosaics
  15. icicles

It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

—Emily Dickinson

 

the road in to our farm in Greene County, PA