Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 4)


Such shy sadness
In his mother's tears
Of countless years
Of a last caress.

Such sharp relief
For the dogged poor,
Who will adore
In half belief.

Such laying down
Of earthly cares
With their costly wares
And frail renown.

Such smiles in sleep
As only mothers see
In infancy
That makes them weep.