Author Charles Reznikoff The house is warm in winter, cool in summer;but the cloth of the awning ripples and flutters,the leaves of the shade tree are uneasy,the twigs of the bushes keep nodding together. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments