def poetry

i heard the wind all day
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
in the sphere
the meadow was creeping
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
do you hear the rain?
of sun nor stars
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i never knew the earth had so much gold
from floor to ceiling
why do you always stand there shivering
who is the runner in the skies
three years ago today
green afternoon serene and bright