Friday, 2 November 2018

landfall

landfall

in that last dance of fall when
the autumn leaf meets its shadow end
and the high sea driftwood finds the land and
the reed mace marries the water-meadow hen 
and how they now go hand in hand
when the snows of winter follow when
the white sward will tarry deep and long
ere spring buds burst to start the cycle once again  

No comments:

Post a comment