dawn vigilall the unknownsmelt away
hushed at dawna baptismal firearises
Easter dawnsilence is pregnantno more
a new dawnthe moon sinks prostratebefore it
Paschal Moon—Death,wherein lies your sting?
six minutes . . .the very stones cry "no more"
spring thawwhat was lost herein silence
a saplingrooted in nothingbut absence
a crow rantsfrom the dead centreof a deluge
nagging thirstas if a cool springwould burst forth
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summer burns outhaving found no fulfilmentin such warmth
crest-fallen skya finger-scrawl of clouds . . .autumn ends
as if silencecould ever be enoughall night vigil
harvest moona pumpkin vine retracesits origins
not yet springyet see how its absence appears
winter thaw . . .gutters brim overwith gaiety
in hushed tonesa promise of colourquickens the sky
cold hard factsyesterday's atrocitiestoday's warmth
the winter tree—a veteran climbs downto see no more
"Tom's a-cold"—ashen snowflakes melton each tongue
linen shroud . . .snowed under with ranksof body bags
dawn — distinctinstinct — indistinctdusk — extinct
associopathed
Weird Laburnum
air moves in to fill the unsaidwithin the words
autumn flies—a wringing of handsas death nears
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