To the Windswept Evening

There, in the wavering afternoon heat,

The wind swept the leaves into a frenzy

The green crashing against the blue

Sounding its mewling roar over the

perspiring air

With the intensity of living colors

Until the purple hues cooled its desire

And dragged the sun down the horizon with

dripping wet heaviness.

Thus the evening claims the sweeping wind

To announce its hourly dominion over the

drenched inhabitants

And brings the green tides to their ebb

With a swaying rustle of satisfaction

and relief

To the windswept evening


Jamie Morris
June 6, 1993