Windsweptby Colin Oliver
Original Language English
No shelter for my windswept face.
The shaking seeds
of the lime are wrapped in leaves.
The streetlight is ringed with filigree.
But I am lost, like the hill
darkened to sky,
irresistibly oned with night.
|-- from Stepping Into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliver|
|The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology)||Stepping Into Brilliant Air||Nothing But This Moment|