Advent Calendar

Advent Calendar
He will come like last leaf's fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to bone,
and earthwakes choking on the mould
the soft shroud's folding.

He will come like frost
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alein, sword-set beauty.

He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky

He will come, will come
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.

Rowan Williams