Warm sun on my hands

Azure atmosphere above

Spring is here at last

From bare bones to a

Chubby bundle of giggles

A busy six months

From the deepest roots

To the tall thin twig tips

The sap is rising

Long low winter sun

Peeking in at my window

Turning snow to ice

While you are away

In dreams of distant islands

I will remember

Lost or forgotten

Peel back layers of history

More puzzle pieces

Rotten roof rafters

Perching precariously

Elements erode

In the fire’s warm glow

Shadows flicker like eyelids

Drifting off to sleep

Crocuses burst forth

From sodden soggy soft sod

Like a spring sunrise

Where there was once joy

And life and light and laughter

Now an empty hole

Crunchy edges yet

A soft and chewy centre

The perfect cookie

Rain and meltwater

Fall into the golden lake

Engulfed by the stream

Snow still laying low

On the shaded northern slopes

We’re all fugitives

If it doesn’t burn

And it doesn’t rot away

Then it’s here to stay

These ocean liners

Cross over each others wakes

Distant portholes wink

Crawl through the city

In the tireless pursuit of

Tail light waterfalls

Son rise breaks the dawn

Pretending I’m still asleep

Lethargic lead legs

In this stagnant pool

Change is blowing in the wind

I’m setting my sails

Soft snow still settles

While western winds whip wildly

Keep the fire burning

Knee deep in fresh snow

Daffodils waiting below

This time I’m alone

Replaying memories

To burn them into our minds

Leave the rest behind

Cold air sweeping in

We shelter in the fire light

Almost out of reach

Polystyrene balls

Swirl in eddies round my head

The east wind brings snow

With bars made of guilt

Locks of insecurity

A prison of words