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...LENNIE SWENSON by KAREN SWENSON THE BARMAID AND THE ALEXANDRITE by KAREN SWENSON THE FAIRIES by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY THE FLATTERERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS NEVERNESS, OR THE ONE SHIP BEACHED ON ONE FAR DISTANT SHORE by MARGARET AVISON SUBJECT LOVE, FOR THE VASE AT BATHEASTON VILLA by JANE BOWDLER |