Whether or not shadows are of the substance br such is the expectation I can br wait to surprise my vision as a wind br enters the valley: sudden and silent br in its arrival, drawing to full cry br the whorled invisibilities, glassen towers br freighted with sky-chaff; that, as barnstorming br powers, rammack the small br orchard; that well-steaded oaks br ride stolidly, that rake the light-leafed ash, br that glowing yew trees, cumbrous, heave aside. br Amidst and abroad tumultuous lumina, br regents, reagents, cloud-fêted, sun-ordained, br fly tally over hedgerows, across fields.