The Light Tree Journal: The Antiquities of August

           

Of the chart at the World’s end, the Map beneath the map: 

And a silk purse from a sow's ear, small as a pea.

All clothed in newness the song of the pivotal thing;

Ancient fruits of August increase sublime and amazing.

For here the unravelling of what was beauty,

In moving through all the colours of the light.

Here too, the hidden source of the eternal stream found, 

Flowing through all my valleys of sorrel and tansy.

And life’s picked cherries of joy and sorrow - 

Light out of darkness in spitting out the stones.

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Note:

At the beginning of every month, in my book, 

The Light Tree Journal, 

there is a poem - like a chapter header quote - 

on the title page of each month:

twelve poems for the twelve months of the one year 

that I kept a journal of all the stories 

which well up in me almost constantly.
And the poems are as summaries of the month:
the lines made and adapted from the titles and content 
of the eight or nine stories which are in each month.