just an hour ago the morning mist ...

just an hour ago the morning mist
did not announce of the like kind radiance, the sky so vast,
or the oveflowing of fish in warm pond waters:
the ravishment when, leaping into flight, wild plunges
leave a clear wake forward the rippled surface
of a day in August
lengthy drawing the gaze after them, calmer and calmer.
The beakers of rust-red gardens are filling,
cornhead are spilling above
And