Long Night's Journey into Day
Wed, 01 Apr 2015
Winter long – so sound, they sleep;
insipid roots embedded – deep, beneath
the mossy mantle of a crowded, clover bank
bathed by moonlight, sung to sleep
by a creche of stars, kept from ravages
of sheep and rabbits, by the contrariness
of a holly hedge
sheltered from the rain by a diligence
of ancient oak trees, as arthritic limbs creak;
a hymn to the passing of the year...
a certain susurrus of leaves...a subtle
stirring, as toward the light, instinctively
they strive to spring alive...
a blue insistence of Dogtooth violets rise...
pug-nosed – ochre-eyed. A resurrection
of a kind.