Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Wednesday Words - Reading the Big Weather

Mornings we see our breath. Weeds
sturdy for winter are waiting down
by the tracks. Birds, high and silent,
pass almost invisible over town.

Time, always almost ready
to happen, leans over our shoulder reading
the headlines for something not there. “Republicans
Control Congress”— the year spins on unheeding.

The moon drops back toward the sun, a sickle
gone faint in the dawn; there is a weather
of things that happen too faint for the headlines,
but tremendous, like willows touching the river.

This earth we are riding keeps trying to tell us
something with its continuous scripture of leaves.

"Reading the Big Weather," by William Stafford, from Scripture of Leaves.

1 comment:

  1. I must admit that non-humorous poetry is not really My Thing...but when I read phrases like "things that happen too faint for the headlines" and the couplet that ends this piece, I've got to question why it isn't.