Last Wednesday Night

Autumn, fog, longing

Last Wednesday Night

Let this wind-mist autumn night
glide by in sighs before
         the whisper-smile of dawn.
I have no words for this
or thought or prayer with which
         to urge this fog-night on,

so I will calmly wait upon
the whim of lake or cloud
         and lonely sky's faint chanting
to gather in this heavy veil
and fill the night with all the stars
         that I still need (am wanting).