Sheets of sharp ice smashed 

Shattered skin, scatters and skims

The gulf between us

Uncovering logs

At the bottom of the stack

Hidden memories 

We ride through the trees

Our wheels flying fast and free

Until Autumn leaves

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An hourglass filled 

With all the sand in the world

Would not be enough

Wind and rain denied 

We decide to hide inside 

Beside the fireside 

These leaves once so bright

Saturated with decay

Wilt into worm food

In Wellington boots

Dodge scattered sunny showers

We hide in our hoods 

The final leaf falls

The earth tilts back to the sun

Days start to grow first

Layer on layer

Covering five years mistakes

Becoming lighter 

Silent sulphur pool

Slipping into rivulets

Carry me away

Sharp straight blades gleam bright

Winter’s cold hard grip takes hold

Dew melts in sunlight

Quiet morning breeze

Playing on the lily pads

Shaky reflections

Castles, dragons, gold

Created so easily

The power of words 

Is bear dancing cruel

If the dancers enjoy it

And aren’t wearing clothes 

Fog thick as the night

Shrouds villages from frost bite

Perpetual twilight 

Low mist clings desprate 

To the fir lined horizon 

As I to memories 

Under matted roots

In a cold and loamy bed

Golden treasures hide

Swarming seagulls swoop

Swallowing sallow slivers 

Sanguine sun sets slow 

Old house now quiet

Laughter echoes through hallways 

Worn stairs sigh and creak 

A million fingers

Reaching up towards grey skies

Their leafy gloves shed

Dark briar hedgerows

Sketch outlines of snowy fields

Untameable edge

If life’s a journey 

Each sunrise is a step and

The destination