Down the road, afternoon. A guest post by Rilke, who, in deference to his status, is allowed three extra words.

*
Landscape stopped halfway
between the earth and sky,
with voices of bronze and water,
ancient and new, tough and tender,

like an offering lifted
towards accepting hands:
lovely completed land,
warm, like bread!
*
(From the Valaisian Quatrains, French Poems, trans. Poulin.)