Bright, silent, still;
Your ruffled pennants hang,
Luminous, waiting.
While all the breathless
Greedy green,
Stock still in solid air,
Holds out a prayer, and so
The lead cloud belly
Bottoms and breaks.
Your foxglove fingers
Draw the dark storm down.

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