Another Cold Day

January 30, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

The Winter Rain by Wendell Berry

The leveling of the water, its increase,

the gathering of many into much:

 

in the cold dusk I stop

midway of the creek, listening

as it passes downward

loud over the rocks, under

the sound of the rain striking,

nowhere any sound

but the water, the dead

weedstems soaked with it, the

ground soaked, the earth overflowing.

 

And having waded all the way

Across, I look back and see there

On the water the still sky.


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