Expectation

The sun rose big of face.
Immensity’s doubloon
Sowed with hot light the fertile blue expanse
Behind the fluffed deep-green of willows,
Willows sighing in the balmy breeze.
The sun then lapsed, 
And, reddening the dusk,
That bloodshot orb dispersed gray bones 
Upon the tawny slope
Whereon my slanted shadow waits,
The spouse of silence.