Dolce far niente
Summer Storm door Romona Youngquist, 2015
Summer Storm
The hilltop trees are bowing
Under the coming of storm.
The low gray clouds are trailing
Like squadrons that sweep and form,
With their ammunition of rain.
Then the trumpeter wind gives signal
To unlimber the viewless guns;
The cattle huddle together;
Indoors the farmer runs;
And the first shot lashes the pane.
They charge through the quiet orchard;
One pear tree is snapped like a wand;
As they sweep from the shattered hillside,
Ruffling the blackened pond,
Ere the sun takes the field again.
Bliss Carman (15 april 1861 – 8 juni 1929)
Fredericton, de geboorteplaats van Bliss Carman
Zie voor de schrijvers van de 30e mei ook mijn vorige blog van vandaag.