A Poem a Day (504): The summer is grey now strange evening

 
NaPoWriMo 2022 was a fun month of writing, so for May I’m using the prompts from April 2021’s NaPoWriMo to write poems.

Day 6
 
Finally, here’s our daily (optional) prompt. Our prompt yesterday asked you to take inspiration from another poem, and today’s continues in the same vein. This prompt, which comes from Holly Lyn Walrath, is pretty simple. Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.
 
I’ve chosen the first line of the poem After a long dry spell, from The Half-Finished Heaven by Tomas Transtromer.

 
The summer is grey now strange evening
 
and daylight is a figment forgotten
as the land wrestles with the sky
for a spit of line so hard to define
we fail in dreaming of it. Distance
is a wild expanse of neverending time,
blown in on the tide, cast in and out,
an effervescent rush of hope. And now
we bend to the trees gaping at the wind,
rustling, whispering among the shadows,
making spectres thin, leaves whistling.
The air carries the subtle scent of green,
speckles of the early evening rain hang,
bubbles of light drawn in upon silence,
impenetrable, believing in the morrow.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 12, 2022