A Snowless Day

The trill of the Nightingale Reminded me of sleep— As my mind began its wandering Through a vale of downy sweep. And I became a Poet, In my imagistic style— Sharing tea with Emily, If only for awhile. Then the stars became as diamonds, A billion-one, or two— As I became a richer man, If only for the view. Till there interposed a Meadowlark, As Emily would say— My mind no longer wandering, As began a snowless day!