Late Risers

The weathervane sets itself
To the West; East is further distant
Sunrise brings on the brighter skies
Snow thaws, without resilience

Kettles boil, showers run; daylight
Turns on its own persistent charm
Settled loads fall, slight of movement
Snow avalanches, but means no harm

Bloody hell; the unexpected cry
From upstairs as my love takes
That first look out of the window
Floorboards creak, o happy sigh

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Rooms And Gardens

My lover sleeps; warm, settled
Unaware of the snowfall
So much excitement awaits her
So much that I dare not wake her
Nor lay too close as to cause disturbance

Her wide white smile will radiate love
Joy, deep and open, will be apparent
There will be concerns, of course
How her young boy will travel
How long before the thaw

The photographer emerges, click
And point, point and click; snowballs
Flurry on the video, laughter of life
Surges; kickbacks into our childhood
Settled, well aware of the snowfall

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One Window, One Morning

Have you read of the direction of trees
Seen the cat at play on the carpet
Tapped your feet to intricate intimate music
Soft songs talk, of the time when cotton falls

The tree goes on and on into the backdrop
No more to see but trunk and bough and
Branch and snow; the poet talks of Nelson
Or was it Napoleon, on snow covered seas

Brighter light enters the garden, the audience
Applauds, I hear my own voice; outside there
Is no horizon, twigs divide the canvas, chimneys
Smoke signals merge; unread, they too disappear

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Drift

Snowfall you have covered all the
Imperfections, you have them sleep
On the roadsides and bus stations

Two pigeons share a branch in an
Otherwise snow covered tree, they
Are deep in a coo of conversation
I turn the alabaster statue, to look out
Of the window and onto the garden, to
Watch the snowflakes fall ever so slowly

This is Christmas at Easter, families gather
Share their past years reflections, sleep off
The drink, on an altogether lazy morning
I listen to music through my headphones
Take photographs of no-one in the snow
Write these words; alive in my own world

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Half Scape

Two trees; in this time before the leaf
A pair of them planted, yet planted too closely together
An invasion of their personal space, space set against space
In sight of the East to West winds that prevail hereabouts

Straight furrows reign along the perimeter
The trees are erect, but erected too soon, and now about to weather
All of this reminds me of the unseen fragility, fragile
At the inside and the outside of the indirect pathways of life

Man set against man; man under delivers
Man set against the wind; man under delivers
Man set against the plough; man under delivers
Man set against the mist; man fades into insignificance
Man set against the money; man sure finds resilience

Big ungainly lads, footballs at their feet, footballers
In conversation, their football clubs in administration
Straight furrows scrolled over unfashionable ground
Protected; too soon for all, too soon to fall forever

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