What I’m Reading:

Steady, the evening fades
up the street into sunset
over the lake. Winter sits

quiet here, snow piled
by the road, the walks stamped
down or shoveled. The kids

in the time before dinner are
playing, sliding on the old ice.
The dogs are out, walking,

and it’s soon inside again,
with the light gone. Time
to eat, to think of it all.

— Robert Creeley / “Buffalo Evening”