how do I know that it is 4.40 p.m.?
i sense it, know it even
as I know tired August leads us
to glorious September
the month of twisting brambles
red berries/
we say goodbye to the swallows
who know too that winter beckons
with its cold and frozen hands
'come' 'come I invite you to
the earth's death'
but even foolish winter knows
it holds no lasting power
and that blasted by hail and snow
heaven's fingers will tease the
snowdrop from winters grip.
But we are weary Lord
dusty summer all too green
let the leaves fall in flurries
let the winds blast
let the seas storm
Blow away the tedious levity
of summer beaches
long light evenings where no shade
hides me from this hostile world
o bring back the mistletoe
in naked trees
the long dark nights
where candles burn
shut out the sun
enclose me in Your warm embrace
alone, with You, to end my race.
Amen copyright L. Ivison 2025
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