Saturday, 13 December 2014

A kiss from Winter









The fields and lonely streets

are covered in crackle frost.

Red berries hang low

on the holly tree

and a beautiful orange glaze graces

the morning sky.

My Christmas cakes are ready

and later today

I'll fill the house with the scents

of mixed spices, again.

In those cakes

lie a  banquet of memories

from the heart of

Christmases past,

those yet to come.

The babies born this year,

beaming smiles and fat dimpled little fingers

that bring such joy.

Christmas.

A red poinsettia in the window.

Twinkle lights on every tree

the lighting of the red candle

at dusk every night.

Jesus.


Monday, 1 December 2014

The coming of light









Time to say

goodbye to November

and welcome the coming of light.

The stars  gather

and dreams  pour 

into our hearts.

A little green tree

waits silently in the forest for us

to come and take it home

where we will adorn it

with twinkle glass baubles 

that have slept in a box all year. 

Then 

clothed in all beauty 

we will put you in the window

for all to see.

People, 

hurrying silently  home

will look at you and smile

and we will sing

* Joy Joy *

and wait for the 

coming of His light 



Saturday, 22 November 2014

Into my heart







Into my heart

this time of year slips quietly.

The silken fingers of angels

write their hymns of praise

across the morning sky.

Dark

brooding church steeples

injecting the sky into my gaze.

On God's quiet slope,

I rest ~

While

Christmas

comes


Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Softly, softly










Winter has come.

Bracing walks over the

field of hope

kicking leaves and listening to

( dare I say it )

Medieval Carols already.

Planning Christmas in my heart ~

feeling she is like a distant,

absent  mother

who has left me alone in her house

to admire her beauties.

However in the midst of this the
sharp edges of life return
making me long most days

for a quiet Cathedral at dawn
when the chapels are empty
and the chairs are bathed in morning light

and someone,

somewhere,

* long sigh *

singing

The Coventry Carol.

Come , waiting week

I softly, softly ,

turn your pages.






Sunday, 2 November 2014

Come November




Shadows live everywhere

they are the moving shapes

of you ~

of me.

They hide in drawers

and streets with no way out.

Aren't they just beautiful?

They follow us~

watching all the while

from under the beams

of all the pretty houses.

When dusk comes they are there

 they dance their shadowy dance

in the day

saying all the while

Come

November,

come





Sunday, 26 October 2014

Colour me in





Shall we colour this day

with love?

The love I felt in Church yesterday

and 

the quiet feeling of joy

when I waken

to the creaminess of these October mornings.

In my little room of thought

I travel all around the world

places I've been, 

scents that I've smelled.

What a treasure chest the mind is,

an artist's palette

painting and colouring new beauty~

every single day.

The sooty lines of the rooftops

at that time of dusk

when candles flicker 

and once again my heart fills

with gratitude to a loving God.

This endless universe of the stars

and the sky

all in my mind

colouring

colouring

colouring



* Based on Jack Kerouac's * The Lonesome Traveller *

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Star fire











Today,

yesterday,

a week that was.

Season change ~

colder nights

breath on the air

and taking out an old,

weathered copy of Wuthering Heights.

It seems right.

Long hot soaks 
in the bath.

The little luxuries of life.

Your kiss so small
and your touch so warm.

Imagined owl song ,
that  light I love
at dusk
when candles glow
in the room
and street lamps
light
with a strange, hopeful warmth.

I can smell Christmas.
The windows are filling up with sparkle.

Looking towards the sky

I reach my outstretched fingers
and hope to catch

the 

star fire.

Today,

yesterday,

before

the leaves had fallen.