Winter
When autumn’s winds have blown their havoc and
Equinox has waxed and wanes to solstice then a reseeding
Lunar pull will calm neep tides on battered shores,
and winter’s dawn and dusk make a civilised hour.
Wood smoke like pungent insence pervade a kitchen sanctum,
Lays hold of drying clothes to be remembered.
Gum boots days, canine explorers, that return
To leave their trail of tracks upon a kitchen floor.
And then sleepy life lies huddled round a stove,
That cracks and hisses to sting the eyes.
Outside the cast of hoof and paw
Set in frozen rigor mortis lie.
Days linger, nights are longer, made ever mindful of winter
As she nips at nose and ears and waters eyes in the chill of dawn.
Breath swirls in plumes, becomes a steam train to a child.
And all beneath a watery sun void of heat,
Serving only to cast long shadows and colour the
Cold of raw red cheeks.
And now gently, silently as if to complete this year’s death,
Laden clouds release a silent shroud in swirling flakes;
A mirried of fairy dancers perform their mesmerising ballet.
Mottled patches of black rapidly diminish beneath
This silent onslaught. By morning the
Transformation will be complete.
Dark foreboding arboreal skeletons transformed
To vaulted cathedrals and beneath soft, calm
Tranquil, virgin unmarked.
(Save for an early foraging rabbit ).
But such virginity is short lived, soon lost,
Soiled by unfelt warmth, this dirty betwixt like
Shredded raiment lies, lingering to remind us of
Lost purity.
But once gone, conception sprouts, clusters of coy
Virgins, demurely drooping heads as if shy to be
The first to dance to Zephyr's' tune but the snowdrop
Will not be alone for long.
When autumn’s winds have blown their havoc and
Equinox has waxed and wanes to solstice then a reseeding
Lunar pull will calm neep tides on battered shores,
and winter’s dawn and dusk make a civilised hour.
Wood smoke like pungent insence pervade a kitchen sanctum,
Lays hold of drying clothes to be remembered.
Gum boots days, canine explorers, that return
To leave their trail of tracks upon a kitchen floor.
And then sleepy life lies huddled round a stove,
That cracks and hisses to sting the eyes.
Outside the cast of hoof and paw
Set in frozen rigor mortis lie.
Days linger, nights are longer, made ever mindful of winter
As she nips at nose and ears and waters eyes in the chill of dawn.
Breath swirls in plumes, becomes a steam train to a child.
And all beneath a watery sun void of heat,
Serving only to cast long shadows and colour the
Cold of raw red cheeks.
And now gently, silently as if to complete this year’s death,
Laden clouds release a silent shroud in swirling flakes;
A mirried of fairy dancers perform their mesmerising ballet.
Mottled patches of black rapidly diminish beneath
This silent onslaught. By morning the
Transformation will be complete.
Dark foreboding arboreal skeletons transformed
To vaulted cathedrals and beneath soft, calm
Tranquil, virgin unmarked.
(Save for an early foraging rabbit ).
But such virginity is short lived, soon lost,
Soiled by unfelt warmth, this dirty betwixt like
Shredded raiment lies, lingering to remind us of
Lost purity.
But once gone, conception sprouts, clusters of coy
Virgins, demurely drooping heads as if shy to be
The first to dance to Zephyr's' tune but the snowdrop
Will not be alone for long.