The arched trees flare against the early leaf.
Against the spent horizon, like a scrawl,
gold clouds have worked a naked bas-relief.
The smoke of raging fires casts a pall.
The arched trees flare against the early leaf.
Against the spent horizon, like a scrawl,
gold clouds have worked a naked bas-relief.
The smoke of raging fires casts a pall.
This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 22 Number 5, on page 35
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