Winter Morning Poem by James Phillip McAuley

Winter Morning

Rating: 2.3


Spring stars glitter in the freezing sky,
Trees on watch are armoured with frost.
In the dark tarn of a mirror a face appears.
Time is moving through displacements.
Hungrily the blind earthworm burrows
Deeper into its night. Surely
Heaven must ache with all its vacancies.
A dog’s howl is thrown up like a rope-trick.
It is an hour for prayer without words.

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James Phillip McAuley

James Phillip McAuley

Lakemba, New South Wales
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