Thursday, November 19, 2009

FOR WINTER

FOR WINTER

September wind blows
toward the ripening melon,
cultured there in lush green shadows,
such golden globing rounding rounding
truth into beauty...
like a lantern beckoning
in the hand of the Hermit
lighting the path to Ithaca.
You have been gone long enough,
Young Bard of the Modern Altar.
Now is the time for returning.
It is now that winter lamps
will illumine the page
where the heart can write
the Fool's wisdom, as gift
for the coming age.

--Barbara Smith Stoff

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