Emptying Out

Give me grey sheets, streams on streams,
Rivers vertical in reams;
Colours warm descending round,
Blankets strewn about the ground;
Death on death, browns and golds,
Forests bursting at the folds;
Tables full with laugher loud,
The meek, the most, the small, the proud;
Hands for prayer and tears for thanks,
Friendly commune without ranks;
Give me all you empty out,
Before the year comes round about.