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 

Washed by melt water

Running away from burst banks 

Flood levels rising 

Everything is new

The horizon turning blue

A fresh fall of snow

Fresh tracks in white snow

Where you trip I will follow 

Willow boughs groan low

Works of patient love 

Then destroyed in a moment

By flame and fire 

Lifelong possessions

Carried from pillar to post 

Going up in smoke

A change you can’t see

Severed, irreversible 

Sorry little tree