I see the skeleton of the year
poised in the cool moonspray,
trying to catch at the blemished
calendar of the next.
Embraced most of the day
by the low and slender rainbow,
the world-jewel sweeps on
with its morning, noon and night.
The nowhereness of the fifth-month grass
stayed for a moment only,
before the earthless mountain light
anointed without mountains.