Slower drags the laggard night Day still brags the longer bright: “Snake a little further home!
Take by the old temple dome Up toward Cathedral meadows Bargain with the growing shadows!”
Cloud knights canter on the trees That bunch and reach around the breeze A shivering maze of twiggy fingers
Crocus once ignited lingers Purple things the sweeter glow When dusky lights the scanter grow
Singers now have met their matches Blackbirds up in woodland patches Own the right to night’s fanfare
Toasting sneaks across the air Distant peeks through leaded lights Return their homeful resting sights
One tends fire and one sets table Magpies mount a soft-lit gable Landlord now to builder brings
And do they feel like lucky things As I in my own brimming lot Fuller than the winner’s pot?
Fat my urns with yellow gems Happy bulbs are now in stems Starry brighter than electric
Two the prosa sing symmetric To the kings of unknown names And for the glory of Saint James
Sumangali MorhallFebruary 2005
Photograph by Pavitrata