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Alexander Averin

Monday, 15 November 2010

Frost



How can one keep from joyfulness
or a whispered thanks to God?
I didn’t exactly order it
though it was ladled last night
in my falling-in to sleep
and cradled in my dreams.
But it came unbidden to me;
hoar frost, a mist and sunlight
have dressed this mid-November morning.
and I need not ask for more.
From my window of white diamonds
a heron stalks the river
gazes at the bridge,
is standing, statuesque, in meditation.
I watch too, in a similarity of stillness
but who will weaken first?
with a call to breakfast or to prayer?



Cait O’Connor

5 comments:

Frances said...

Beautiful writing, Cait.

I am so glad to have seen this early on this Monday morning, as the images will stay with me for a long time.

xo

Mark said...

I watch too, in a similarity of stillness
but who will weaken first?
with a call to breakfast or to prayer?

Very good ending I thought.

Aren't herons in flight so different to their stillness while standing? I read a poem somewhere that described them as flying reluctantly to the pub for some fags...

CAMILLA said...

A most beautiful poem Cait, your writing always cheers me.

A cold crisp Autumn day here in Norfolk with a gentle sun, birds are feasting on the berries that I can see from my window.

xx

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