A Nip In The Air

                                                By mid-September thin light burrows

                                                Upon a goosed skin, upping the caress –

                                                The last wind of a high-minded summer –

                                                On the curling whisps is carried 

                                                A glowering nip in the air

                                                Light brush of divine winter death

 

                                                A crack in the sky bowl permits

                                                Demons and devil to whip all access to mercy

                                                Sewing heartless seeds in dust, unfolded misery

                                                Deep down beneath the glacier's binding

                                                Iced out, iced in, iced on

                                                Freeze still, and move no more

 

                                                Have all memories of our summer perished?

                                                Fears proud and timid poked the living to a still?

                                                Or are there bulbs yet beneath the chilling

                                                Ready-steadying to a new triumph?

                                                Breasted milk sap of comfort arise

                                                Take full the draught and let long light lead