The shapes of mist portent a lesser woe;
Breath of earth, they smile to fade away
And half-design a wisdom angels know.
In mornings when the moon dishevels low,
Skating on the secret lake’s display,
The shapes of mist portent a lesser woe.
The wide-eyed barkings of the dying crow
Creep the stillness in the bayor’s day
And half-design a wisdom angels know.
In figures not quite frozen and aglow;
Esteemed and then forgotten, to allay
The shapes of mist portent a lesser woe.
The eastern waves, which through wild meadows go,
Howl silently for life and unchanged clay
And half-design a wisdom angels know.
Feeling for the branches that can grow
When neurons wander lost along their way,
The shapes of mist portent a lesser woe
And half-design a wisdom angels know.
Sean Godley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shapes-of-mist-portent-a-lesser-woe/
