Four Variations on the Same Midwinter by James Wilkes

#1.
The gold cover and
the world breathing birth to zero.
The weather bleached of haunt.
It’s now love, to decline.

#2.
Breath witness
of hare’s haunt, and sheep’s.
Fire now. Light me.
Don’t dim beside day.

#3.
Light’s lower rip to curtain
so I stood breathing the weather of hare and sheep.
If ever it’s still, inquisitive and bright.

#4.
Through eve, so
birth the barrow the fields.
Un-flowered on blether
need roused fingers and rise
brimming.

From: http://www.greatworks.org.uk/poems/jp1.html

Date: 2009

By: James Wilkes (1980- )

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