Soft pink petals
budding ready to bloom
against the soft grey sky.
Droplets, dance, splash
and cling to the petals
of a new budding bloom.
Soft sounds whisper
a song of endings and
beginnings, as buds bloom.
Category: winter
Paw Prints
Soft still snow-covered streets
sit still waiting for paw prints.
Soft still snow-covered night
stays still and dark until light.
Soft still snow-covered trees
stand still watching paw prints.
Too much Summer
Too much sun,
not enough shade.
Flowers in bloom,
too many colours.
Too much light,
not enough darkness.
Birds sing and dance,
too many songs.
Too much Summer,
not enough Winter
to take my heart,
make it cold,
feel the chill,
the Autumn feel.
Saudade
Warm skin prickles
cool air across skin
Words left unsaid
leaves scar tissue
Warmth left unsung
holding on to winter
Words left unspoken
leaving on the wind
Red Cedars
Seated at the window watching
the way snow falls on red cedars.
Night crept up too quickly,
as the days shorten to hours.
You are never far from my mind
as your tree grows taller, redder.
Snow covers our world of love,
and the red cedars stand tall,
and the red cedars stand tall;
they are a reminder of the blood
and the way you passed from light.
Seated at the window watching the
way snow falls on what was our love.
Looking Upwards
The many, the masses,
never look upwards.
There is the sky, patterns,
ceilings of Filigree up there.
The many, the masses,
looking towards nothing.
There. Up there is where
I go often;
looking upwards,
when they look towards nothing.
Missing Melbourne
You walked in the busy city, stopping to wait for the right light.
A quick snap below of what’s above, reminds you of Winter’s day.
Looking back, you stare at the image of Melbourne town.
There is a silent way about the grey; a stillness in the sky.
Perhaps you will again see Melbourne moving on a winter’s day.
The Change
Howling from the forest,
Wintertime is on the way.
A sea breeze turns wild,
Clouds move overhead.
Woods once silent, now
move in urgency to the sky.
Many crows do fly across the sky,
To show us a Portent of death.
Snow Shapes
Standing in the snow,
so alone with no one.
Tears of anger fall fast
freezing into shapes.
Standing in the forest,
swearing about snow
Fears fade with the tears,
as you look at the shapes.
Young and Foolish
Lips of rose, powdered ivory cheeks,
dark long hair moving as she moved,
eyes of violet ice, mitten coal hands.
She was a flower in full bloom dancing
for freedom on the lake that snowy day.
I was only a young, foolish boy, watching
the way she moved, captivated, knowing.
Lips of rose turned white, ivory cheeks froze,
dark long hair became still, her eyes closed,
the mittens no longer danced in the snow.
I fled from her stillness, forever running from
that beautiful face I never stopped to love.
