Monday, October 30, 2006


hundred


Shred the layered Veils

and Burn for heat these garments

which clothed us Summer long

now Shed their Golden splendor;

go Naked towards the Snow!





Till under these Pale stalks

in Clawed and furrowed Earth;

Bury life's remains with snow:

our gifts to winter's frozen heart.

Awaiting springtime's golden glow.





under this cold sky's arc

Effort rarely serves great Virtue;

One person's Work feeds many:

Starlings descend on the field.

Young ones shirk the Plow.





A paltry Rag-and-stick

man Wards off the Birds.

This season's children must till

Grandmother's garden. Save the wine;

Break bread in new Jerusalem.


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