Just
The angel breeze
Transformed the meadow
The hanging pots of flowers swaying
The hollyhocks
&
Sweet
Trumpets
Bristled leaves
Just
The angel breeze
Kneading the meadow
The curling lace in the windows
Puffing
The house
Next
To the sea
Some paint peeling
Some shingles lifting
Some nights
The wind will talk to you
The table is set for eight
Painters & poets teach
Gardens & stillness
Just
The angel breeze
& a porch light pink off the clapboards
& the bay a mirror for miniature skaters
Cotton balls
&
Snow shaken up side down
On
The
August
Winter
Next
To the sea
Oh
The
Sighs
On
The
August
Night
Just
The angel breeze