Where the airbase
\noverlaps the bay
\non a sand path
\nI sometimes sit and paint<\/p>\n
and the manned machines far off
\ncut new rights of way
\nthrough the cow parsnips in clouds
\nand the salt grass
\nsways in time
\nwith distant capillary waves,
\nfew and faint.<\/p>\n
I remember the line about
\nnothing better suited to wind
\nthan pines<\/i>
\nbut what\u2019s ancient Greek
\nfor an onshore breeze
\nthat whispers in the sedges?<\/p>\n
The last of the darting swallows
\neats up the soft descending night
\nand even gnats need sleep,
\naloft a moment
\nin a current
\nand the next
\ngone entirely from sight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where the airbase overlaps the bay on a sand path I sometimes sit and paint and the manned machines far off cut new rights of way through the cow parsnips in clouds and the salt grass sways in time with distant capillary waves, few and faint. I remember the line about nothing better suited to … Continue reading A Salt Marsh Spare on Trees<\/span>