June Prophecy
Silently
the yellow of summer dissolves,
diffusing in translucence
of evening.
Beach umbrellas and leaning-back chairs
stand black against
a background more like glass,
ice, snow, than water.
A great blue heron,
stooped like a bent old woman
edges stiffly along the dock
and the crisp infinitude of heaven
chills stars to wintry blue.