The sky is still bright and clear

But across the road all the cows

Are lying down now in the shade

Of willows by the muddy pond,

The swallows gone back to the barn

And at the edge of the pasture

A poplar saying too it will rain,

The silver undersides of its leaves

Turning a little, and a little more

Until they look up into the light

Shimmering on them like pebbles

Shifting a little in clear blue water.