Sexton at Day's Break


Feldspar flecks find God's ground
Flush with spring flashings, rainrun acres
Gunwale-awash in gutterspill, goutings
Wonder-wet with melt-marr, molten makings
Growing grousey graves'-grass grey in twilight;
Unhouselled souls stir inchling, stem-stretch
Twig-timbrels tautly aching, arch in arch,
Unreal yet resurrected in raintime runoff;
Many man-taking markings make me mourn so,
Seeing how light intends the least things be limber:
God pours his pity on graceless things.