August 1984


caught in a streamer

flung through o’ercast sky

a spray of leaves

takes flight






gently falling

toward the ground

careless circles

scribed in light

blown about

and overlapped

carving the wind

with loop and glide

till in closing

they bump the floor

and rest


Ev remarked that she liked

the phrase “carving the wind.”

It seems that poetry is a way

of recording growth as well.