Friday, 5 February 2016

Borrowed dreams







It took awhile

all that untangling from
January

the naked fields
with only the moonlight
to cover them.

My dreams
( always borrowed)

got pushed into the button box
as I dealt with things ~
to sacred to speak of,
here.

I was soaked
to the skin

and yet

all the while

those dreams

of the hills

wearing white

softly,

softly~

on

their

shoulders.

Saturday, 9 January 2016

The house with the little yellow door






Oh,

I had the words.

The ones for Christmas.
About Christmas.

Then  the ones about
New Year.

You know,
all that stuff
about a new page and so on.

As ever,
life decided to throw a bottle of ink
all over them.

I looked January full in the face
and listened again
for music in the storm blown trees.

Watched for the gold spun winter sun
that hangs low over the fields.

We marked our lives with little cups of coffee
and tea
as the globe twirled madly on.

What strange creatures we are

dancing into this new year

and driving past

the house,

with the little yellow door.





Wednesday, 23 December 2015

December 23rd 2015









Crowds everywhere
as if the world might end
because the shops are closed,
for one day.

All of us during this season
turning into some sort of Magi

bringing our  gifts,
whatever they may be.

The cathedral in my heart 
is full of music
and my mind soars away, 
away over the chimney pots
with wisps of spiralling smoke
to escape the 
human wave , 
heavy with parcels.

Why don't they stop, 
I think ~ 
just for one minute
to sniff the smell of mandarins
and  cloves 

to look beyond 
and find that

He who comes is a beautiful mystery.

Through the dark mist 
of many mornings 

look..

see the silent shape
wrapped in a shawl

who,
looking upward ~

sees it there.

A star.




~::~  Have a blessed Christmas , everyone. 
To all the silent souls who come here and read my faltering words, 
I appreciate it :) .
And to the one who always comments, 
thank you. 
( You know who you are :)

But most of all,

To * The One*

who loved us enough
to come to earth for us


My heart , is always yours.

Thursday, 10 December 2015

The winter Kings and Queens











The winter Kings

and Queens

watch silently
as
the world rushes madly on.

Candles flicker in windows

a rush of golden stars.


Think of three things

sacred

quiet

holy


Are these the three?

Or..

Money

presents

cake ?

Should they be


Gold

Frankincense

Myrrh ?



Look ~

look and see

as the

Winter kings

and Queens

watch with wonder

at

a little boy

Lying

in

a

manger



Sunday, 22 November 2015

The whisper



The pale blue
early morning light
almost ( but not quite )
the colour of a Robin's egg
arcs into the attic .

The faded memories of summer
sit naked in the thin
tree branches
wondering where the year has gone.

November scents
everywhere
like baskets of bright red apples
sitting under
a
sky of perfect softness.

So many days in a year
365
they fly by so fast
almost as if
they had angel wings.

Did someone whisper
that Christmas is coming?

Silent night

holy

holy night


Saturday, 7 November 2015