Fifty wizards working in the wind <br />And one tall wizard standing in the rear <br />Made a quick sheen to lacquer all Vermont. <br />Up leapt the sun. The air was far and near. <br />The weeds, the grass, the corn, the slipping river <br />Made wizard quiet. My noon-sleepy deer <br />Whisked in the shade, saw winsome sun go over, <br />And still those wizards brewed the atmosphere. <br />The lone tall wizard opened up the west. <br />Sunset made its exit beryl and sheer. <br />Those wizards leapt like acrobats, swinging free, <br />Hung their thin capes upon cold Vega's spear. . . <br />Galaxies were thick, weather was clear.<br /><br />Genevieve Taggard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-to-explain-everything-about-a-certain-day-in-vermont/
