Frosty Yule

Underfoot the path is icy

Still slick with the morning frost

I can feel my feet slip

Just enough to make me falter

Uncertain, I look around

For safer ground

To find the grass is singing

Ablaze with early silver sunshine

Festooned with ice crystals

All shining brightly in the light

And overhead in a blue sky

Choirs of cloud angels fly

Soon the year turns

A slow alchemy

Changing

Like the frost to mist

In the sunlight

Now

I have paused long enough

For the cold air to bite through my coat

Trees drip with melt water

But the Yule light has filled my heart

And the ice is vapour in the air
The path ahead is there


Adding a couple more bits and pieces here which were part of 'Windchimes' last year but somehow never posted.  (14/04/18)

The Thorn on the Hill

Silver running

And cobalt blue

St Catherine

St Julian

And St Joan

All the thrones

Turning the sky

My thirsty soul

Turns to the view

And drinks deep

Rinsed in light

Silver running

And cobalt blue

This rock

This throne

This sky

This stone

St Catherine

St Julian

And St Joan

This land

Bathed in light
Love calls home

Angel

Fall into my arms and sing

Voice as soft as angels wings

We will find a way to bring

Love into the world

The Way

A torch held

Beacon in the night

A promise kept

Shine your searchlight

And map this heart

A course set

Compass stone

You think you want to fly

The way of the angels

Reaching down to you

While you burn a message

With your smoky eyes

Guiding light

Compass set

Under midsummer skies

Carved in stone

Words said

Long ago

Like a beacon in the night

I know

The way of the angels