Beneath the Shadow Fall

[tectak]

Look lest you loose your sight and die
before the leaf falls gold to ground;
when breath becomes an elixir
that takes the old to make the new.

Beneath the pointillistic rug,
deep-piled and dank on sleeping earth
the creeping, seeking seeds send out
a trillion tendrilled, pallid threads.

Each strand, though blind, will meet the day
with joyful blush of verdant hue!
From out of locked life-sentence, freed!
Up, up to raise the flags again.

So gaze upon the crimson crowns
against the strangeness of chill air;
blue never can describe the ache
which winter skies bring autumned eyes.

We cry the tears to beg for time
that misting distance brings to sight;
best look beneath the shadow-fall
the nearer to new coming life.

tectak
Drumlanrig 2013