Streaming from the Undergrowth - Yellow Eyes

Forty yards of clearing

Kept the houses from the pines

Each day the village heat was drawn

And spread to cool

And even at eight bells I saw that night was forming

Rags and strings and strips of shade

Were lowered like a curtain at midday

The stiffness of wet burlap

And the nagging of the torrent

Hissing somewhere underground

I know it very well

For I am drawn and spread

Yes, streaming from the undergrowth

Night arrived in search of me