Posts Tagged ‘winter’


October 19, 2018

The Cenotaph stood in the park, silent.
Amidst the frost, we exchanged glances, quiet
Unsaid, we shared our thoughts.

Or so it seemed to me.
I cannot say what was going on in your head.
Winter sun slanted through hoar frost, red.

Around us, people went about their business
Time stood. Motionless. Frozen, as icicles
Festooned green blades, contained within a germ.
Spark of life, now dormant, hidden gem.

Winter casts everything in hush.
I remember your hand, the final touch.
The rattle and dying away of your breath.
You lay imprisoned between four legs of the hospital bed.

In the world outside, time raced by.
The last short, all too short days of wintertide.
I remember that night, we shared a last meal.
Jollity, slightly forced, spilled beer on tablecloth.

Little did I know then, you would never leave the flat again.
To be confined, as cancer ran its fatal course.
Germ of life, trapped in frosty core.

I wish we had the time again.
Memories are all I have, no more.


little red little green

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January 22, 2013

Snow blurs boundaries, shifts our perception,
Covers irregularities, smooths a path.
Buries unwelcome news under an avalanche
Of inane trivia about the weather.

Snow lies heavy on our senses.
Numbing, comforting in its chilly embrace.
Frozen fingers of flakes envelop us,
We sink deeper into the drift.

Snow. We regress, slip into childhood.
It is all too easy to forget in the frost,
To lose sight of yourself,
To ignore the buried cost of winter.

Snow blankets our sense of reality,
Can make us unaware of cuts
To care homes and homeless shelters,
The burden of winter fuel bills.

Snow – we can resist its glacial grip
Let the will of the powerful slip
Useless against us, if we move as one,
To help those who cannot help themselves.

Snow. We need some anti-freeze
To break this icy torpor,
Fire in our bellies, warmth in our hearts
And the stamping of angry feet.