Shiftless Day

An idle wind; a shiftless day;
A deep, deep blue of open way;
A morn that, silver-footed, brought
Caressing light; with it a thought
That caught the breath, and held it.
What then?
That idle wind came wandering by;
Surprised that thought ‘twixt earth and sky
And laughingly dispelled it.

The day remained a shiftless day.
The blue was still an open way.
The haunting morn still lingered near,
Until the noon broke high and clear
Once again, I sought and caught
That height of soul! That depth of thought!
The joy that hurt! That moment brought
And left with me a sense of peace
That arose and never fell:
A memory no idle wind can e’er again dispel.

– Circa 1938

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply