Grim Seasons

The sea shore is the gods lap

Where the timeless meet,

The grey ditch by the hedgerow

Is my heart’s slow beat,

The dark sky and the crow’s cry

And the gulls, slow wheeling,

Are sleep’s shroud in a gold cloud

On my eyes, drawn stealing.’

 

She turned, splintering crystal

In the dawn’s brisk chill,

The sharp scatter of silence

By the rook’s slow trill;

‘I left you for the grey day,

For the cliff’s grim seasons,

For the crisp breath, or a life’s quest

Of my own small reasons.’

 

‘The long shade of the sundial

For a day’s lost thought,

The moon, beamed in a cold room

Where a shadow’s caught.

I took flight for the still night

And the earth’s slow turning,

For the green hills and the clear rills

And the dream you’re torn in.’

 

David Lewis Paget

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[Belinda Rice]

wow i like this alot