Kit Kelen #1214 - for the love of all seasons

1214

for the love of all seasons

a prayer against religion

clear the sky

stare out

what God does and we –

who can tell us from the truth?

and under whose trees?

in whose shade now?

how ignorant

these priests of light

so in the open arms

of Spring

come shoots

come buds

come flowers

guessing ever to be home

the animals named after

let eyes clear

rest you

at a Summer swim

and bent in old salute

burnt, tired with the day goes on

and days

till fade

the Sun

sick of itself

giving out in Autumn

sly, and down by leaf

damp, trod

till first of frost

then Wintering

in hive hum

cave the dark of it

roll dreams around

wrap close

homely here

and through the drowse

an ear out

reached

in mind’s eye

as with hands to hold

this touch

and here release

the little bird’s

yet to speak