These two quadrilles were inspired by the heat of Tuesday and listening to readings from Homer on the radio. The second one fits Jilly’s Jim Harrison quote.
“The violent wind. The violent wind. The violent wind.”
Summer sings the crickets’ song
to the parched earth and the dry stream,
and the brazen sky is a mirror,
a beaten shield with Gorgon’s face.
Between the brittle grass and the brittle stars,
we sail a breathless sea,
searching for cool autumn gold.