CONFITEOR
I heard something out by the gate
and went to look.
Dead of night; new snow, the larch woods
filling slowly, stars beneath the stars.
A single cry it was, or so it seemed,
though nothing I had recognised as native;
and when it came again, I knew for sure.
No badger there. No gathering of deer.
Forgive me, if I choose not to believe
the snow would fall like this, were I not here
to see it.
There might be snow, of course, but not like this,
no hush between the fence line and the trees,
no sense of something other close at hand,
my dwindling torch-beam flickering between
a passing indigo and "lux aeterna".
I stood a while to listen; nothing moved
- and then I turned and walked back to the house,
the porch light spilling gold for yards around,
snow at the open door and then, again,
that far cry in the dark
behind my back
and deep in the well of my throat
as I live and breathe.
by John BURNSIDE, in "LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS", Volume 36, Number 17, 11 September 2014
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Armando Taborda said:
beverley said:
deep in the night something stirred
I woke up and thought what had I heard . . .
quickly I "dressed" and went to see
what it was that had woken me . . . ;-)
the cold night air made me tremble with fear
but there were no hedgehogs, rabbits or deer ;-)
I could hear gentle footsteps and yet how strange . . .
with snow on the ground
no footprints were found . . . !
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thanks for invitation
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;-))) welcome hope you will join ;-)
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;-))
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Christel Ehretsmann said:
beautiful !
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