Standing still
feeling the mist
as the forest breathes
in the coming of winter
The Mist
winter
Under the Sky
black heart of summer moves in the sun,
light soul of winter moves in the snow,
white hands of lily move in the rain,
dark feet of onyx move in the mist.
black and white,
light and dark;
all the same
under the sky.
Winter Sky
clear cool winter sky
revealing hidden colours
only for my eyes
Winter
I don’t dream of summer
I only dream of our winter
Wild wind of winter moving
Wildly moving into our bones
You laugh at the trees and snow
I laugh at the playful snow on skin
In this eccentric winter we laugh on
Forgetting spring will come too soon
To sleep between the Snowdrops
Winter holds you frozen within her frosty grasp,
for she’s waited so long for jealous Autumn to go.
Your heart beats slow in her cold wild arms,
yet she knows Autumn’s fate will be her own.
The snow falls on to your hair and face to warm you,
as Winter dances her wild cold dance around you.
You love the way the snow makes your body feel,
for your heart is ice and your veins beat glacial water.
Sleep takes you into Winter’s slender arms again,
yet when you wake the sun shines down on you.
In the ice, you lay as your heart starts to melt;
then as you look left and then right you see.
You slept within the pines last night to your dismay,
only to find you did sleep between the Snowdrops.
The Snowdrops remind your heart that love is well,
as the shoots rise up from the ice to find the sun.
Silence in the Snow
blood drips from the knife
such beauty winter graces
she stands in the sea of pines
a silent face within the snow
dripping red on to white
a merlot or is it a shiraz?
he will never know love’s taste
stabbed to death in the snow
Snow Falls
loose snow falls
from the evergreen pine
upon your face
The bossy One
It’s Spring, yet the cold eats
into my flesh and bones to make
my hands and feet feel numb.
Winter hasn’t done her duty yet,
for she wishes to hang on and
feel the way she makes us feel.
Spring keeps scolding Winter
for being so bossy,
but we all know that Winter
is like an older sister
who loves the younger one so
and cannot let go.
It’s Spring,
but I’m glad Winter is near,
for I do love her
and
the way she makes me feel.
