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Snow Falling on Chestnut Hill

New and Selected Poems
John F Deane
Late October Evening

We sat and watched the darkness close
- like a slow galleon under black sail
nearing; and grew conscious again of those
of our loved dead who might come  pale

in their murmuring group, up the long road
towards us. Thrush and blackbird hurled
valiant songs against the gloom as though
this was the first dying of the world.

You and I drew closer still
in the fire's glow, grateful this far
for love and friendship, while the low hill
melded with the dark and a perfect star

swung on its shoulder. When I turned back,
near sleep, to hold you, I could pray
our dead content again under black
sails, the tide brimming, then falling away.