I, From My Northing Came Poem by Peter Jones

I, From My Northing Came



I, from my Northing came:
precessing with my outriders of the first dews,
until I rested in your dreams
and seeped into their warm stones.

Did you see me as you chased your day
Down to the corners?
Or was I hidden from such careless kingdoms,
When hush-tall kingdoms hummed lustily
To contain the last sulking fruits.

Walk then in your warm day: forgetful again.
But you shall know my touch
And embrace my silvered cold -
To purify the tamed torpor
Of waking.

I came as the welcome ecstasy,
Clothed in promises:
And you shall call me winter.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Jarboe 18 November 2007

Great poem. Winter congratulates you. Richard

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