Winter Dawn

Inhale.

Bitter-sweet air inspired

by the majestic scent of evergreens.

Snow.

An infinite royal carpet

for Winter's Kings and Queens.

Crisp.

A few last brown leaves

crumble at my fingertips.

Flakes.

Frozen, falling diamonds

kiss my eyes, my cheeks, my lips.

Red.

Fiery flames of rising sun

streak the blanket huey pink.

Beautiful.

Abstract wonders fill my mind

like intoxication drink.

Cold.

Evaporating breaths of mist

enfold me like a web.

Still.

Calm, quiet, silent, ceased;

arrest time's painful ebb.

Life.

A hasty scurry of movement

in the deceiving, lifeless scene.

Bloom.

Visions of creation

in a picture so serene.

Winter.

Earth takes its well-earned rest;

a time to heal and mend.

Dawn.

The essence between the new and old,

the beginning and the end.

(1997)

   Naked

The sunrise saw me lying on a bed of scented grass

With you beside me breathing ev'ry breath I dared to pass;

The dove-like daggers delicately tickled at my cheek,

And me, so softly shedding ev'ry tear you cared to wreak.

The cold September sunshine spread its rays upon your brow

Evoking shadowed etchings that were all of here and now;

Your copper-coloured countenance seemed silky while you slept,

Yet in the night the mist devoured our pleasures as it crept.

The bleak and barren moorland seemed to merge into the day -

A murky sheet of greens and browns that faltered where we lay;

And as we lay there naked we were moulded with the earth,

The age, as always, timeless, as at macrocosm's birth.

(1998)