On a Still Morning in January

In a nightgown of mist the garden sleeps
While Dawn yawns quietly and cold birds creep
Revealed now are the webs and well-spun plans
Of spiders profiting where they can  

Silken traps woven out of view
Now hang heavy with the dew
A world held ransom by their threads
As we lay sleeping in our beds

The alarm clock rings, a blackbird's call
And soon the mist will fret and fall
Day will chase these thoughts away
But spiders sit and spin and prey

Flint

I could bring you magic

Like fireflies in a jar

And I could sing of magic

Like dragons made of stars

But I just want to dance

Like the horses in the sea

Come dance with me

Golden bough and crimson berry

The little dove in the snow

Flint sparks and warm hearth

Of a solstice on the hill

But still there’s a mystery

Between you and I

As wide as the winter sky

As deep as the storm flood sea

I could bring you magic

Like fireflies in a jar

And I could sing of magic

Like dragons made of stars

But I just want to dance

Like the horses in the sea

Come dance with me

Windchimes

I have packed away the wind chimes now

One last song as I walk to the shed

Of old bells and hollow echoes

As long as the winter shadows

Chasing me

Summer is a drift of sepia tinted memories

Caught in the gutters and under pots

As I sweep up those days

A calendar of leaves

Remembering

Now the snow muffles all sound

As it waits out the winter with an icy siege

Slowly numbing the senses

Weighing me down

Into silence

But in my mind a song plays

A breeze of notes in the wind

Warm as a song thrush

In spring sunshine

Wind chimes sing

Eyes and a Smile

He said stay for a while

With his eyes and his smile

But I couldn't bear to stay

So I walked away

Don't judge a hopeless heart

When it was broken in the past

It takes so long to mend

Believe me my friend

Just when I thought I could fly

It turned out all I did was fall

When I thought I was free

Love wouldn't let go of me at all

So don't judge a hopeless heart

When it was broken in the past

Stay for a while

Eyes and a smile

With every falling flake of snow

A perfect pattern repeats and so

It seems, do I

This endless winter night

Flames flicker in the hearth

But still my heart

Can't let go

He said stay for a while

With his eyes and his smile

And I couldn't bear to walk away

So I turned back to say

Don't judge a hopeless heart

When it was broken in the past

Just when I thought I could fly

It turned out all I did was fall

For eyes and a smile

Slush Fool

(This one always seems to be best in the summer, perhaps it's the contrast of the thought of quiet winter in the midst of a busy summer day. An old poem from some years back.)

Slush Fool

He never liked me singing

He never took to my wings

So I sit on the fence

To wait for those

Little crumbs in the snow

Melting into the green

Mushed up rain dreams

If I decide to fly

What will you do?

If I decide

I'm no slush fool

Winter discord in this place

Catch your breath and the icy trace

Of words freezing in the space

Opening up between us

Spring is the dream

Melting into the green

If I decide to fly

What will you do?

If I decide
I'm no slush fool

He never liked me singing

He never took to my wings

I think I'm about to fly

I think I'm about to sing