They are with us like a disease:
They worry the heart,
they work the brain,
As they shoulder and clutch at the shrieking pane,
And savage the helpless trees. What does it profit a man to know
These tattered and tumbling skies
A million stately stars will show,
And the ruining grace of the after-glow
And the rush of the wild sunrise?
~William Ernest Henley from “The Rain and the Wind”
Yesterday started with a calm and steady rain
making even more sodden a sullen gray dawn–
then unbidden, a sudden chilly gust from the northeast
ripped loose remaining leaves
and sent them spinning,
in yellow clouds.
The battering of rain and wind
followed by an early snowfall
leaves no doubt
summer is done for good —
the past is past.
I hunker through the turbulence
to await a clear night when once again
heaven empties itself out
into a fragile crystalline dawn.