Monday, December 16, 2013

Winter Jottings

When April
withers to nil,
when July's haze and steam
seem but a dream,
when even October
turns sober
and austere,
winter is here
to stay
for many a dark day
of ice and poverty.


Two months until
Spencer's retreat,
and how shall it go?
Will the monkish hills
be vested in snow,
the narrow abbey road
a scapular of black
in the landscape's lack?


  1. Oh yes, I do like this vision of winter. Also, I assume you mean 3:30 a.m.? For me, mid-afternoon is an awfully prosaic time of day.

  2. Indeed, 3:30 am: "as most folks snooze"!

    Thank you for your kind words, and thank you for giving me something of an incentive to post here again!