In the morning chill
Fragile flags shiver and shake
Each year they return

In the morning chill
Fragile flags shiver and shake
Each year they return
Questions surround me
Piling in from every side
And I still don’t know
You have to move fast
If you don’t want to fall through
Skimming the surface
February gripping
Tightly to my frozen toes
I can’t shake it off
Soft snowy imprints
Lead me to the sycamore
Secret squirrel nest
Meltwater rising
Grey gull frozen to the buoy
Glaring, piercing stare
Swinging opinions
Left hanging in the balance
I think I’ll stay here
Between brume brambles
Before buds begin blooming
Breathing bleak beauty
Flawed comparisons
Be the best you you can be
Summer is coming
As the old mines collapsed
The canals that served them sunk
In grim irony