Wednesday, December 12, 2012


December by the brook. Arlington.

snowless freeze
and late November sunlight

the rusty workmanship
of ordinary time

"the fences of the light"
brown leaves gray trees

the industry of man
in metallic suburbs

abandoned shells of trucks
beside the endless railroad

no sunlight colder than yesterday's


the monarchy of yesteryear
has fallen like a city

the landscape writes a song of desolation

its entertainments are the cloak of grief

its prayers are phrased to distant vacancy

the earth grows adamant and passionless
beneath the tiny grandeur of the stars

can darkness comprehend

Our Lady of Guadalupe. Feast: December 12