Hallelujah!

As through the window's dusty panes the sun
the sky, the landscape shines
so in my early morning bed
here's Cohen singing in my head
his sad but glad, in rising fall
a dirge for love that's going wrong
a poem that he's set to song
resolving in the lovely Hallelujah

Hallelujah in the alto part
a cry to make us lift our hearts
encapsulating in one word
what goes from eye to heart to mouth
the deepest periwinkle blue
the vines in lines a blood-red square
patchworked with yellow, ochre, sage
with blue-green cypress stood in queues
without a thought for artist's view
sentinels as windbreaks sown
but now to stunning beauty grown

and all become as farmers toiled
to work the land to hand it down
with guidance now from bureaucrats
this year the sunflowers, next more wheat
in spring it all will zing bright chrome
with rape crop everywhere for oil


so through the window's dusty glass
there's heritage, the patrimoine
and agriculture, science and nous
technology and politics
and early morning in my bed
here's Cohen singing in my head
it goes from eye to heart to mouth
the sad the glad a paean of praise
repeated and resolved in
Hallelujah.

November 7th 2016, Hounoux.