Poem for Today : 'The Reaper'

The Reaper

Senses, feeling,

gentling, reeling

into the half-light

of dawning day.

Small hours

echoing

noiselessly onwards

into the half-night.

Icy chill

tingling, singing,

into the half-sight

of dreaming day.

Fingers reaching,

touching, clutching,

wrything, scything,

into the half-night.

Senses, reeling,

touching, feeling,

into the halfness

of non-existence.

© 1990 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh