After an eve of spiking torrents,
A silver haze came hiking
Along the darkening blue
Showering
Streaks of dripping shimmer -
While a few wisps
Of vapour white
Lounged beam-braced
Across the East
And
When the wind sighed,
A star or two just
Winked above
Soon,
All space slept hush-soused
And
The incipient gloss
Imbibing
All the silver of the spheres
In
Still swell of splendour
Fell
Light-blown
On the expectant ether.