Weave your web of wants

It creeps and crawls in my head

Until I am spent

Now they farm us out

Debt laden and bond yeilding

On a shrinking lead

Howls, roars and screeches

Rattle through lonely thickets

A long way from home

Battle through brambles

Fight my way through the forest

When I’m lost I’ve won

I wish the wild wind

Would carry me far away

There is no escape

The crows have all flown

A tree doesn’t make a grove

Underneath are stones

Deep in the wild wood

A creature quietly creeps

Raised haunches cackle

Catch the falling sun

As his silver throne topples

Save his dying breath

Low sun swings around

Laying down long loping lines

We grapple and break

Silent kestrel sighs

Flurry in the purple skies

Falling with the sun

My doubts I suspend

In the twilight I transcend

This is not the end

As sun gives us days

Moon gives months and both give years

Where do the weeks go?

Every day I change

But is it growth or decay?

Return to the clay

Ice crystals stretch out

Drawing strength from the cold air

We turn into stone

The night comes sooner

Sweeps away the dying day

Snuffed out like a flame

The last few birds leave

Setting out for warmer shores

We chamber onwards

Weave and wind our way

As the pioneering birch

We never give up

I die with the day

As I give myself away

I will rise in flames

Jack frost gleaming gold

Hoary haired and frozen toed

The year’s getting old

The rosy skies fade

Their soft colours drain away

Into concrete grey

Rising from the mist

The hanging tree looms o’er me

I see what I missed

In day there is night

Even In the darkness you

Feel the bright white light