Archive for February 25th, 2015

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Four Variations on the Same Midwinter by James Wilkes

The gold cover and
the world breathing birth to zero.
The weather bleached of haunt.
It’s now love, to decline.

Breath witness
of hare’s haunt, and sheep’s.
Fire now. Light me.
Don’t dim beside day.

Light’s lower rip to curtain
so I stood breathing the weather of hare and sheep.
If ever it’s still, inquisitive and bright.

Through eve, so
birth the barrow the fields.
Un-flowered on blether
need roused fingers and rise


Date: 2009

By: James Wilkes (1980- )