O dank and darker days, as autumn falls,
in my bones the harbinger of Spring.
Reap leaves from trees and colours from the sun
and incubate winged seeds in soggy layers
of leafmould underfoot. My spirit soars
to think of fire blazing when the day
grows weakest, that its dying rays more dazzle
our eyes on the horizon, pierce the heart
of ancient stone, and fracture winter’s seal
to let the slowly lengthening days
awake the mind of earth from sleep.
Chris Fewings, my poet friend and collaborator on Lay Anglicana, has just written this poem. He has generously placed it in the public domain, which allows me to snap it up immediately for this blog. If you would like to read more by him, do visit his ‘Lines I Scribble‘ page.