Jimmy nil Fishhawk
Published on: 8/4/2005
May the moon watch over your bed
lover, while the stars climb the pines
May your dreams be sweet, hot and wild
in the cool calm bowl of the dark
Stay warm, stay warm my love
in that rough pine box of a room-
Over your roof the pines bending
Stars in their hair
Stars in their arms
Sleep soft, sleep safe my love
under your blankets half-patched
Through your window
the moon stains a radiance
The stars burn like ghost fire
The stars spark like torches
It's a winter night weirdly and wild
the frostbit grass aches through
the dew at the roots
of all the standers
in the moss-bearded grove
Bless your warm eyelids, bless your hot cheeks now
Bless the shadows that drift and dress it all--
through the reach and the ride of the night
Till the dawn comes pale and climbing
from under the ribbed range of the stars-
Stars like will-o-the-wisps
and torches borne
like ghosts in the turning
blue and strange
country of the sky.
Published on: 12/7/2004
Sonnet for Leaves Shaking Light
The breeze makes the leaves shake and shift with light
as morning comes, and a small wind blows the rose
whose petals swam white in the dark last night.
Flower like a ghost, the gold sun leaves those thorns exposed
that last night hid, like a blade wrapped in veils.
I should pick you and give you to my love
who sleeps, still, while I watch you bob and wheel
on morning air, but what would your pale presence prove?
Your ice white against her warm tawny skin
would look like a threat, and all those stiff hooks
would fulfill their promise to catch and cling.
I think I'll let you be a page from last night's book
Of shadows, a note for this morning-time
Poem of light on the maples and pines.