Cull Hollow<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noon of rain soaks the clover
\nI continue the stream
\nin the trees between the corn.
\nThe seraph hawk of my death rises
\non a floating throne with the water
\nas its seeing eye enters my eyes.
\nI kissed you in the sinking sky,
\nblue dress with a green belt,
\nmy hands at your small back.
\nDeparture of the seasons
\nlike a stone point and arrow flies
\nbringing the beast to our arms.
\nI watched the water still the fire
\nof this offering day
\nand remained to wait alone.<\/p>\n

~ John Swain<\/p>\n