Monday, May 04, 2009

The Night Wind, Kate Barnes

Darkness is coming at last, and the yellow evening star
hangs brightening in the west like a glow-worm in a jar.
The children's high voices shriek, their bare feet rush, they play
fiercely; they stretch the cool hour caught between night and day.

The horse stamp at their manger, the hens fly up to the trees.
Now there is wind in the garden and no more droning of bees,
and the night wind says, "Mount and go. See the notch of
the pass? 
You must cross and ride away through a thousand miles of blowing grass."

Me and The Moon, 1937, Arthur Dove