Time Kept Seasons Conclude
Time kept seasons conclude. Summer springs
A brightening then its sulfurous noontides wins,
Wash away tardily like a repenting Midas.
He says, ‘Here’s a gift, out of my touch idol,
A late summer bloom like switching off polite,
Fluorescent lights to see stars―light giving way to light;
Like holding oceans weightless and without
Drowning in the small aperture of the eyes allowed.
The grapes ripen purple and hemorrhage red wine,
Just as to where eyes can’t find what they search, resign
To the keen-edged hands and calling voice to find;
So it’s not over and done even after death’s pride.
It’s a turn in season, the shadows informing volunteered
Where the light leads and following it assured.’
May our hearts burn till the edge of time’s acre.
Chant: Till the wild tears of youth are vapor.
May its fire throw shadows behind us.
Chant: It’s well and done in trust.
May it cremate our withered bones in quakes.
Chant: The wish in our trials is uncut grace.
