Light thieves transparently
upon these windows now:
Now clouds migrate
and birches bow into the bowing fields of night
where night and dearth conspire
to fulminate this widowhood,
wild as the smouldering eyes
of the angry child, surprised by the fertile god
that taints the shoot
before the seed has travelled from the root.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
Light thieves transparently
upon these windows now:
Now clouds migrate
and birches bow into the bowing fields of night
where night and dearth conspire
to fulminate this widowhood,
wild as the smouldering eyes
of the angry child, surprised by the fertile god
that taints the shoot
before the seed has travelled from the root.
from "Poems People Liked (2)"
