Upshore from the cloud- The slow whale of country twilight- The spume of light falls into valleys Full of roses. And below, Out of the placid waters, Two beavers, mother and child, Wave out long ripples To the dust of dead leaves On the shore. And the moon walks, Hunting for hidden dolphins Behind the darkening combers Of the ground. And downshore from the cloud, I stand, waiting For dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM |