Listen!
STORAGE blaze of harvest rivered from the fields to barns and towers of storage all winter the summer's dust drifts in slant light the smell of the longest days lingers through the shortest ones when the cold comes in floods and the timbers crack their fingers from frost drawing through them the hip roof raised against the heavy thrust of weather stands firm winter rolls and drifts around it sheets of snow blow off the eaves white grains of it blazing where sun strikes