The Dead of Winter (a pantoum resurrection pantomime)

In the oaks where the brown leaves loiter
as impetuous March approaches
singing empty promises of spring,
the blackbirds accrete in dark clusters.

As impetuous March approaches,
strung with palm fronds, smeared with ashes,
the blackbirds accrete in dark clusters
murmuring the rote forms of prayer.

Strung with palm fronds, smeared with ashes,
congregations gather—black masses
murmuring the rote forms of prayer—
begging the dead of winter to relent.

Congregations gather, black masses
singing empty promises of spring,
begging the dead of winter to relent
in the oaks where the brown leaves loiter.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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