He cannot stand idly
by to watch the winding
down, the season of growth
hanging heavy over
his earth, the fluttering
past of shortening days,
the scattering spoor of
the soul's radiation,
as he wanders alone
through the emptying nights
welcoming at last pale
light and its relief: crows
echoing in shadows,
entanglement in green.
the scattering spoor of
the soul's radiation,
as he wanders alone
through the emptying nights
welcoming at last pale
light and its relief: crows
echoing in shadows,
entanglement in green.
