Sunday, March 19, 2017


—Léonie Adams (1899-1988)

When I stepped homeward to my hill,
     Dusk went before with quiet tread;

The bare laced branches of the trees
    Were as a mist about its head.

Upon its leaf-brown breast the rocks
    Like great grey sheep lay silentwise,

Between the birch trees’ gleaming arms,
   The faint stars trembled in the skies.

The white brook met me half-way up,
   And laughed as one that knew me well,

To whose more clear than crystal voice
   The frost had joined a crystal spell.

The skies lay like pale-watered deep,
   Dusk ran before me to its strand

And cloudily leaned forth to touch
   The moon’s slow wonder with her hand.


—Medusa, reminding you that Patrick Grizzell and D.R. Wagner will be reading in Placerville today, 1pm, Love Birds Coffe & Tea Co. on Smith Flat Rd. Scroll down to the blue column (under the green column at the right) for info about this and other upcoming poetry events in our area—and note that more may be added at the last minute.

For more about Léonie Adams, seeéonie-adams