Flood

Goldbrown upon the sated floodThe rockvine clusters lift and sway;Vast wings above the lambent waters broodOf sullen day.A waste of waters ruthlesslySways and uplifts its weedy maneWhere brooding day stares down upon the seaIn dull disdain.Uplift and sway, O golden vine,Your clustered fruits to love's full flood,Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thineIncertitude!