Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Time and Images 3


 
 
  
 Two Quatrains for First Frost

I.
Hot summer has exhausted her intent
To the last rose and roundelay and seed.
No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now read
like a love-letter that's no longer meant.

II.
Now on all things is the dull restive mood
Of some rich gambler who in quick disdain
Plumps all on zero, hoping so to gain
Fresh air, light pockets, and his solitude.

-- Richard Wilbur