The sunlight streams from distant spaces
To shower green with golden graces
Then the fire-spirits set the fields alight
And soon frost-giants descend with night
All enchantments withal to wither
As ice-fogs plunder hither, thither
Now the light longs to rejoin its kind
May it find release inside my mind!
And there communion too,
And so the sacred mystery renew.
The cold would hold my breath
Freeze its passage in my lungs
Constrict my sinews with its icy hands—
But there they take their stand:
And with a throb, expand
Countermanding they arrest
The ice by living fire in my breast.
The morning air is filled with gentleness
Aurora’s curls suspended in the sky
Hanging, dangling as rosy locks of clouds
Clouds like dreams, and stars like sleepy eyes
That have yet to shake themselves from ties
That still conjoin them to the fairy night
Clouds that fangle virgin morning light
And spangle it about a pastel sky
While white doves in lazy circles fly:
The day will break upon us by and by.
The darkling season draws upon us
A mantle without fathom.
Above our heads, the sparkling stars
Unnumbered, keep watches of the night
Sentinels over our sacred slumber
Custodians of rhyme and reason
For us to take up again on our return.
In the sullen, bleak November
In the dark, a shining splinter
An ember gleams within my mind
To tend it, let me remember
And in the darkest depths of winter
Fan its warmth to humankind.
The day yearns for release,
For the south the restive geese
Depart in throngs,
And the moth still longs
To lose itself in light,
And I long dissolve into the night.
Mists of winter, hover
Covering the frozen Earth
Gliding amongst the crosses
Blanketing the dead.
The light of the sun above
Becomes warmth in human hearts
And, in autumn starts
To shine as deeds of love
As the darkness falls
My spirit’s rising
To sojourn with stars