Silver Wind

 

Silver Wind - Carl Sandburg

Do you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two
of us miss summer—
Summer when the lungs of the earth take a long breath for the change to low
contralto singing mornings when the green corn leaves first break through the
black loam—
And another long breath for the silver soprano melody of the moon songs in
the light nights when the earth is lighter than a feather, the iron mountains
lighter than a goose down—
So I shall look for you in the light nights then, in the laughter of slats of silver
under a hill hickory.
In the listening tops of the hickories, in the wind motions of the hickory
shingle leaves, in the imitations of slow sea water on the shingle silver in the
wind—
    I shall look for you.