Saturday, 23 November 2013

Wind Stories

Arcing into light
Soft footfall at daybreak,
Pushing on the open door.

Arcing into dark
Searching for fuel for warmth,
Closing the door

The last of the crab-apple leaves
Spinning wildly on their stems -
A sudden gust of wind.

Slipping into the cave for winter
Withdrawing the roots
Withdrawing the stems
Silence lit by a single flame.

Wind crossing open space
Bending grasses
Scattering the frost –
Receiving the gift of change.

How long ago it seems
That distance was closed
Corporeal tenderness unbound
Memory’s binding blessing -
Song of the birds at first light.

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