Frost-covered white birch trees
He will come like last leaf's fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud's folding.
He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.
He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.
He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.
This is a beautiful poem!
Are you knee-deep in snow? My London-based sister had difficulty coming to North America for Christmas... eventually she made it out. I hear you're having record cold temps.
Posted by: e-Mom | 30 December 2010 at 05:06 PM
Yes, we had snow for about 10 days, although it wasn't knee deep in the south of England where I live. I think they got it a lot worse in York where my aunt and uncle live. Snow always causes chaos in this country because we don't know how to deal with it LOL.
Posted by: Buffy | 05 January 2011 at 01:13 PM
Knock, knock, knock. Are you home? Missing you Buffy. Have you stopped blogging?
Blessings, e-Mom ღ
Posted by: e-Mom | 12 February 2011 at 06:37 PM