Brumal Aubade by Matthew Dulany

Brumal Aubade by Matthew Dulany

Sleep’s not what it used to be. So rise,
……………….move through the rooms with soft
steps, stoke the embers, shun the mirror’s
……………….shadows, lay for light.

………Evoking that white hour across
the ice-glossed clearing, her sheering tears’
………nipping taste, the ancient rite’s

……………….incipience, you must
beware misguided urges to elegize
………the living. Moving through black woods

………the vixen screams. Through the years,
denying those you thought you might requite,
……………….those you chose to exclude,
how you starved your heart to feed your fear.
………Pitiless, its prey in sight,

………the owl is perched upon the rood.

Even as one’s destroyed, another’s sustained.
……………….Paired in God’s capricious
balance, one will gather, one will clear.
……………….So fade the bright insights,

……….so candor is exposed as specious,
so dusky shapes reforming in dusty corners
……….reveal the sphere revolves, night

……………….resolves, so now we witness
darkness riving, through the frosted pane
……….blue dawn breaking. It is over.

……….What is lost will reappear
in guises at once familiar and recondite.
……………….Pray we rediscover
peace where peace was plain, and that our mourners
……….less comprise us. As we trust in light,

……….may we learn to trust each other.



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