Author Charles Reznikoff The asphalt winds in and out about the trees, the lawns, the lake; a thousand lights shine among the trees, and in the circles underneath the grass is brightly green; but all these lights do not warm the wind. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments