Loss, With Winter Interweaving Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Expanded variant of Is the Moon Asleep? revised 23 September 2008 as below

Autumn on a starless evening,
is wan moon asleep,
or beyond dark cloud-bank, grieving?

Summer's love is lost. While weaving,
bats sweep low, I keep
silent vigil, few believing.

Autumn, and the Earth's conceiving
taken in, eyes weep
over one who left, deceiving.

I, with others hay ricks [s]heaving,
bitter harvests reap,
happiness now passed receiving.

Winter soon sends night bereaving,
leaves life crumpled heap,
passes on to other thieving.

(27 November 1988)

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