Thursday, November 1, 2018

All Saint's Day - Lindbergh

All Saint's Day

circa 1972
by Anne Morrow Lindbergh (1906-2001)

Today no breath
Of life's allowed
For Autumn spins
Her silken shroud,

Thread upon thread
The earth is bound
(November's needle
Makes the round).

No wind may lift
The fallen leaf,
No flower, split
The face of grief.

No flight of birds
Distracts the eye
Across the smooth
Unravelled sky,

So still the day,
So pure, so bare;
Imprisoned in
Her crystal stare,

Earth waits a miracle --
Man too;
This is the day
All saints pass through.

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