Here you will find the Poem Winter Morning of poet James Phillip McAuley
Spring stars glitter in the freezing sky, Trees on watch are armoured with frost. In the dark tarn of a mirror a face appears. Time is moving through displacements. Hungrily the blind earthworm burrows Deeper into its night. Surely Heaven must ache with all its vacancies. A dog?s howl is thrown up like a rope-trick. It is an hour for prayer without words.
