Vision

I wend along the silver stream

Where glimmer iridescent rocks like gemstones

From their golden settings of sand.

Suddenly, dusky, roiling clouds

Extinguish noon’s candle,

Dulling the water’s jewelry

And unsilvering the stream.

As I squint up above the spiring pines,

I behold a massive angel-shape,

Ivory wings widespread, widespread,

In one of the gossamer cloud-cathedrals.

Too soon, it soars, vanishes

Behind the crooked, red barn on the hill,

And for the loss, I have no words.