Advent
The leaves are fallen, but the sky is clear
(Though winter’s scheduling an arctic flight).
The rumor is a rendezvous draws near.
Some say a telling sign will soon appear,
Though evidence this may be so is slight:
The leaves are fallen, but the sky is clear.
Pale skeptics may be perfectly sincere
To postulate no ground for hope, despite
The rumor that a rendezvous draws near.
More enterprising souls may shed a tear
And, looking up, behold a striking light:
The leaves are fallen, but the sky is clear.
The king, his courtiers, and priests, all fear
Arrival of a challenge to their might:
The rumor is a rendezvous draws near.
The wise in search of something all can cheer
May not rely on ordinary sight:
The leaves are fallen, but the sky is clear.
Within a common place may rest one dear
To all who yearn to see the world made right.
The leaves are fallen, but the sky is clear.
The rumor is a rendezvous draws near.
© 2006 F. Wilson
Amazing, simply amazing. You wrote this after you'd been blogging a bit and you were still at the Inky; but, you foresaw the rendezvous! Yay! It will happen; and, it will take place 2010.
ReplyDeleteOh, I know I'm reaching or stretching; but, please don't think I'm dismissing the quality of this lovely poem (because I ain't and it is lovely in its construction and instruction, though I don't mean you're being didactic, not at all); what I'm doing is simply being pragmatic and acknowledging the fact we've been on the same wavelength for a long time, integrated circuits, how everything comes full circle, it the best way possible. Thank you for this one, what a delight!
I am working on a poem, too; and, I hope it works and I hape captured all of us (thanks, Ray).
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