|SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise|
|Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour|
|Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier|
|Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?|
We saw today the 'lovely behavior of silk-sack clouds' as a wild wind blew them willy-nilly across the bright blue sky.
Summer ends now, - the garden quietens, but in the orchard the apples will soon be ready for harvesting, and the voice of the pickers will echo over the meadow.
All up and down the valley the sunflowers bend to and fro in the wind as they reach for the sky, looking and listening for signs of autumn and the wild geese flying.
Never has wilder wilful meal-drift moulded and melted across the skies - say not that some would mistake this lovely sight for Chemtrails.......