Background: On Monday I posted from Big Stone Gap. In theory, a neighbor kid should have been in an evening class and should have taken me home. In practice, that kid has missed more classes than she's attended...and it was another windy night, with little gusts of rain that didn't build up to a real rain storm until about 4:30 a.m., which was about the time I got home. And this was something I walked past:
Before moonrise, pear
blossoms glisten, spectral white,
paler than the clouds.