TODAY no breath
Of life’s allowed
For Autumn spins
Her crystal shroud.
Thread upon thread
The earth is bound
(November’s needle
Round and round).
The earth is bound
(November’s needle
Round and round).
No wind may lift
The fallen leaf;
No flower split
The face of grief.
The fallen leaf;
No flower split
The face of grief.
No flight of birds
Distracts the eye
Across the smooth
Unravelled sky.
Distracts the eye
Across the smooth
Unravelled sky.
The shuttle stilled
Within the loom,
Imprisoned in
Her crystal womb,
Within the loom,
Imprisoned in
Her crystal womb,
Earth waits a miracle
—I too;
Perhaps your spirit
Might, come through!
—I too;
Perhaps your spirit
Might, come through!