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

Like a swallow swoops

I migrated every year

Since I found the moor 

As the rising son

Every day out-growing me

A slower eclipse

Broken window eyes

While the body slowly dies

How the black crow flies

A lone hunter prowls

Hackles bristle like spring grass

A ruthless ambush

Between earth and sky

I dream in the middle space

Where meteors die

Under last year’s leaves

My cold heart slowly thawing

Birch sap running clear

After all these years

Red sun fallen and bleeding

Still I can’t forget

From the frozen lake

Phantoms on the horizon 

Waiting for no man