A winter comet

Burns low in the Eastern sky

There is so much space 

I found an escape 

Although only in my mind 

I grow wild and free

Put me in a box

Seal it up with packing tape

Send me to the moon

Knots in my stomach 

Fingers tremble and curl up

As the autumn leaves 

Carried off away 

By slowly rising wood smoke

To just disappear 

Like a hedgerow mouse

Curled up into a tight ball

As small as can be

Dusky blue shadows 

Spread across evening tree trunks 

The days are longing 

As our voices rise 

They join and blend together 

A self saucing song

As each cells divides

Like tracing pencil outlines 

A life slowly forms 

Face without shadows

Burn brighter waxy snow moon

Your heart is warmest

Inside winter nights

We squeeze these long happy days

With nothing but words 

From the dying sun

Hidden in a brazen sky

A refiners fire

From a tiny seed

Giant canopies flourish 

If the bright sun shines

Never ending rain

Rattles ripple through my brain 

Now back home again 

A white forest fog

Frost fingers reaching far out

It’s a new morning 

Gentle and serene

Blue moon lying on her back 

Nothing is nothing 

Behind darker clouds 

Together not together 

Bare limbs reaching out 

I must not forget 

What it is when I am free

And how to get there 

A pair of deep pools

Drawing darkness downwards where 

No light can escape 

Between the grey sky 

And the dreary cracked pavement

An empty blank space 

A tired wasp stirs

In his solitary cave 

Wait a few more weeks 

A speck of star dust

Drifting through the empty void

Searching for wonder

Red candle wax drips 

Escaping the flame of time 

Which burns ever on

Misty morning fog

Shrouding empty shell houses 

Catterpiller tracks