Winter

for Basil Rose
     Life! oh so old,
     My heart is cold,
My vision dark with sleep;
The winter’s snow I long to fall,
     Entomb me deep!

     But still I see
     Through leafless tree
Dying the sun’s red light,
And still the wish burns deep within:
     Let there be light!

     Hush, hush! no more!
     I’ll close the door,
The curtain I’ll draw to;
Then I’ll lie down and face the wall,
     And come to you.

Reuben Thomas
28th November 2012

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