With pulsating rain The strengthening wind is drawn through The blackest of nights;The mist swirls ribbons Like the jet stream trailAnd the windows rattle;Droplets course down the blackened panes in little streamsPooling on the ledge As the latch lifts and falls And curtains move in oscillating rhythm While heavy slates lift and dropMaking the wholeContinue reading “Old House :Winter Night”
Winter holds the signs of spring in abeyanceDaffodils nod to the strengthening windCrocus makes no statement bound in straggly grass Snowdrops bow low tightened and ResoluteA fire is lit in the grate and Curtains drawn. Birdsong quietens awaiting the callIllusions of spring awaiting fulfilmentThe lion to lay down with theLamb.
Old trappings blow through the fingers of the wind Memories cling to bare branchesAs the ivy curls braidsAnd ties bows.Winter sharpens the breath of timeAnd the cold cuts stealGeese shout songs on the wing.Through darkened daysFoxed and etched Light is a silvered mirror-A reflection of who we areAnd who we are to be.The focus shiftsToContinue reading “Through Darkened Days”
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Squall and bludgeoning relentBlackened end to winter’s clawNaked trees claim dignity Somber skies,some respite bring Birds loud, in haste,intensify As clouds reform on western fringeUnite a social call.
An insurmountable deluge of rain,The dullest of days,The coldest windAs Earth,its struggle with winter In vice is held tight;Even the snowdrops theirHeads nod low,The ferns still resolutely furled, Fragile leaves languid curled Comatose from frozen state; All warmth squeezed out of These ancient stone wallsAnd dampness seeps.
With stealth the darkness creepsAnd seals the dayWith hardly a difference of Day from night;Ink black rooksFrom their roost Take flight,Circle, then return to theSame bare branchesSilhouetted againstThe soot grey sky;Wintery sleetFalls;The cold seepsThrough every gap;Even the log fireStruggles in the grate; There is no wind Just empty blackness.
In monochromeWinter depths In haunting monotonous roarOf the winter windI dreamOf the soughing treesTheir naked formWith fingered branches Protesting as they areBent lowAnd rain hammers downOn iron clad groundLike sparks fromThe farrier’s steelOn anvil Made as Headlamps light The dark road ahead A sparkling threadPerchance I dreamIn silver.
Through feathered leaves,sutured needles,Icy spines Under the astral sky, Dark fingers charm; Crystals, thick which interlock, Breathe superstition Into the night of Supersaturated air; The silhouette is manifest; It’s stature changed,Transformed to supernatural Spectral state.
Uncertain,That time between shaded Dawn and morning, Nature, In frailty of perfection; Earth lays down on frosted ground Stillness and clarity To seduce the mind On distant viewsJust out of bounds Though view,restriction cannot hold Unchained It serves to sate the soul;Transient it embracesEphemeral white and laced Before transfigured it Resumes its green stained hue.Continue reading “Frost at Dawn”