A burning orange
Hangs behind budding branches

Another day dies 

Long lost melodies

Reverberate from ruins

A midnight vigil

In a soupy mist

We wend and wind and whisper

Across horseshoe pass

In a sterile pool

So far from the teaming sea

I miss the ocean

I’ll hide away here

Deep down under the cold ground

Still hibernating

Heavy lumps of ice

Beaten by the wind and rain

Low pressure rolls in

My paper bag eyes

Flutter and swoop as a bird

Drifts slowly downstream

Long low evening sun

Paints the world a dreamy hue

Sleepwalking back home

From an english oak

A leaf drifting down gently 

A long slow demise

I dreamt of castles

Ruined by stories untold

My fathers green home

A blunt axe still cuts

Wounds oozing sticky life blood

The spring sap rises

A lost bear, I wait

Strength gently leaves behind fear

Deep blue sea ice melts

Rain drips from shingles

Mallards perched on the roof top

Damp duck drizzle day

The old river swells

Grey herons sharp and silent

Stalk windy mud flats

Photons wave and dance

Between the bare red branches

They took the long path

The dusky grey light

Slowly drawing out the days

Until equinox

This forgotten beach

Where explorers once were wrecked

Now only waves break