Advent Calendar
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.
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.
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.
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.
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.
Nativity scene by Sandro Botticelli
I was unaware of the fact that Dr. Williams does work as a writer as well. A wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing, I'll be sure to read some more of his work.
SvarSlettMy pleasure. His works are well worth reading, especially because they are erudite and skillfully crafted, yet also pleasantly unintrusive.
SvarSlett