The wind swells the wings of the clouds like the sails of ships, I reach up and touch the great-bulked sky, The birds scatter and swirl in the bluster, Chasing the sun as it sinks low like a soft sigh.
- Robert Duncan
The wind swells the wings of the clouds like the sails of ships, I reach up and touch the great-bulked sky, The birds scatter and swirl in the bluster, Chasing the sun as it sinks low like a soft sigh.