Sunlight here is hazy. Builders made everything the same. I've got fair weather but the high-rise blues. Shopping center on one side, dog run on the other. Give me rolling hills -- not Dulles Airport! Where is the silver spring promised in the name? Yes, the weather is fair -- but what is unfair is the climate. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE AT MIDSUMMER by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE OLD BURYING-GROUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WHITENESS, OR CHASTITY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO ENGLAND (2) by GEORGE HENRY BOKER WEIRD FANTASY by IDA MAY BORNCAMP THE LAUGH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON JOHN DOVE [JOHNNY DOW], INNKEEPER OF MAUCHLINE by ROBERT BURNS |