The marsh as weathercock

The marsh knows which way The wind's blowing; summer's skin Of duckweed driven to the south shore, A chartreuse band browning At the edges; and all the reeds Bending and sighing, bending and sighing Toward the widening water.

You've read  of  free articles. Subscribe to continue.
QR Code to The marsh as weathercock
Read this article in
QR Code to Subscription page
Start your subscription today