The Wind, the Sun and the Moon by Anne Stevenson

sun moon star night 400x300 The Wind, the Sun and the Moon  by Anne Stevenson

 

The Wind, the Sun and the Moon
by Anne Stevenson

For weeks the wind has been talking to us,
Swearing, imploring, singing like a person.
Not a person, more the noise of a being might make
Searching for a body and a name. The sun
In its polished aurora rises late, then dazzles
Our eyes and days, pacing a bronze horizon
To a mauve bed in the sea. Light kindles the hills,
Though in the long shadow or Moelfre, winter
Won't unshackle the dead house by the marsh.
Putting these words on paper after sunset
Alters the length and asperity of night.
By the fire, when the wind pauses, little is said.
Every phrase we unfold stands upright. Outside,
The visible cold, the therapy of moonlight.

Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.

Categories