Saturday, December 15, 2018

Abstract for the Dead



Each December since

beside the sea

                    its lift and sway

                    its infinite collapse


Until this latest longer dark

determined now to stay

                    steady wounded soul

                    a decade past


Frost in the ground at last

                    firmer footing

                    in winter rain


In these hills

it is the sky

                    that heaves and sighs.