Treasure Island

James Phillip McAuley

(12 October 1917 – 15 October 1976 / Lakemba, New South Wales)

Winter Morning


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.

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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