Car-Window
A light is laughing thro’ the scattered rain,
A color quickens in the meadow;
Drops are still, upon the window-pane—
They cast a silver shadow.
Little Fishes
A myriad curious fishes,
Tiny and pink and pale,
All swimming north together
With rhythmical fin and tail—
A mountain surges among them,
They dart and startle and float,
Mere wiggling minutes of terror,
Into that mountain’s throat.