christmas poetry

there is no flock, however watched and tended
that year
i reside at table mountain
with her hair flaying wildly
see, from this counterfeit of him
had he and i but met
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
the stars fell from heaven
high walls and huge
the swan existing
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
over the river they beckon to me
there is a country full of wine