St Francis Day
Tonsured trees shed their treasured leaves,
the world is cowelled in cold and gloom;
autumn takes vows of austere winter,
thinking of the heaven of springtime.
Little brother hedgehog’s working hard;
gathering, storing, building his den.
All through the winter, he’ll be cloistered
but he’ll emmerge into spring’s eden.
Barefoot blackbird wanders and preaches
about the salvation in the sun;
living off the kindness of nature,
eating worms but repenting with song.
The Lazar house of my heart is blessed
and the white wolf of winter is tamed
by the vision of a robin’s nest
and a novena of chrysanthemums.