Advent Calendar (Live)

"He will come like last leaf 's fall.

He will come.

One night when the November wind has flayed the trees to bone,

and earth waves choking on the mould, the soft shroud's folding.

He will come like frost.

He will come.

One morning when the shrinking earth opens on mist,

to find itself arrested in the net of alien, sword- set beauty.He will come like dark.

He will come.

One evening when the bursting red December sun draws up the sheet

and penny-masks its eye to yield the star-snowed fields of sky.

He will come,

will come like crying in the night,

like blood, like breaking as the earth writhes to toss him free.

He will come.

He will come like child."