1 Came the dawn
Grey wet, no snow.
Last night: "Gritters go!"
False alarm; morning's warm;
leaves hang flat calm;
no north winds blow.
Told you so.
2 Get up: fill cup.
Yesterday was treading air,
today's wrung out and blue.
Once again I have to learn
to do with me and only me
and not to do with you.
3 Elevenses
Sun struggling to top the neighbour yews,
silverpointing beech boughs that only now
stir freely in a clean, cold wind,
scattering
foreign, orange leaves
on my gravel -
from next door's sapling.
4 Lunch time - calm again
On the lesser of my apple trees,
well spaced, among sticks of boughs
down to their last few fingers of leaves,
hung four small, unrotted apples -
sweet lunch, appealing
with cheddar cheese.
5 Out to work - Light failing
Oh, the dark lines strongly re-emerging now
and held against them, deep anguish of colour,
a lingering cloak of gesture's winter sway
whose drama waits a gale-denouement.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
