Yaddo : The Grand Manor

Woodsmoke and a distant loudspeaker Filter into this clear Air, and blur. The red tomato's in, the green bean; The cook lugs a pumpkin From the vine For pies. The fir tree's thick with grackles. Gold carp loom in the pools. A wasp crawls Over windfalls to sip cider-juice. Guests in the studios Muse, compose. Indoors, Tiffany's phoenix rises Above the fireplace; Two carved sleighs Rest on orange plush near the newel post. Wood stoves burn warm as toast. The late guest Wakens, mornings, to a cobalt sky, A diamond-paned window, Zinc-white snow.