- Midwinter Marriage
After autumn’s fever and its vivid trees,
infected with colour as the light died back,
we’ve settled to greyness: fields behind gauze,
hedges feints in tracing-paper mists,
the sun diminished to a midday moon
and daylight degraded to the monochrome
of puritan weather. This healing cold
holds us to pared-down simplicities.
Now is the worst-case solstice time,
acutest angle of the shortest day,
a time to condemn the frippery of leaves
and know that trees stand deltas to the sky
producing nothing. A time to take your ease
in not knowing, in blankness, in vacuity.
This is the season that has married me.
excerpt of "From Six Poems on Nothing"
from CHAOTIC ANGELS
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