Enough Heaven

Meant to be expanded with a click

The pouring wind flattens the field,

asters and goldenrod laid westward,

Another train whistles near the crossing

in the valley behind the wooded hills,

Four crows flying in formation

 against the sky that spells rain.

If it clears i will try

to photograph the moon,

And if it doesn't,

the ground is celestial enough.

Worth a click

—with a line by Matthew Sweeney