Midnight Garden

When the midnight bat beats its leathery wings
And “lonesome, I’m lonesome”, the night jar sings:
When the spiderwebs glisten with evening’s dew
And the Wind plays a tune that only we knew-
Then into the mist, like a wraith, like a ghost:
To answer the thronging Invisible Host.

In the Garden’s dark heart
where all secrets are born
Pay no heed to the sound
of the Hunt’s keening horn.

In October skies the clouds scuddle by
As weaving and dancing, the stars are blown high.
At Death’s Door we stand; past and present combine:
Out of Life, out of Memory- suspended in Time.
In the depths of the Garden,,the Hunter appears
Your soul shall be forfeit: no matter your tears.


In the Garden’s dark heart
where all secerts are born
Pay no heed to the sound
of the Hunt’s keening horn.


And the Snow Queen cast her spell
Over every hill and dale