Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Go Now (A Poem for Autumn)

Go now.  You
say there's nothing for you here -
but look - the black vault of sky,
the still earth preparing,
to hold for awhile,
its breath.

Go now.  You
see - it's only a slow fall,
revealing and baring
their stark and lovely forms,
to stand for a time,
unveiled.

Go now.  You
miss the iron rising,
bracing and shrouding over -
moon spilling to earth,
alike for these days,
in white.

Go now.  We
are swaddled, protected,
safe - and in wonder, sparing
no thought for the day,
we must, no doubt,
go too.