Emptied of Solid, Filled with Vapor

The air contends with damp, and the sky is only intermittently clear. I've noticed that a tree somewhere to the west has gone missing since last I looked. I don't remember hearing one being taken down lately, so it must have happened some time ago. The disappearance has opened another bit of sky to view, so there'll be a few more days and nights each year for watching the moon and sun set, and there'll be slightly more cloud to be seen as well. Bit by bit the sky displaces the woods.

I've been reading Donne again lately. He feels suitable to the season somehow.

( Sunday Verse )