Spirit

So soon the thaw comes
So lucky
Those who live one day at a time

Free of overloaded baggage
Free
Just enough cloth for the day ahead

A capful of smiles
In readiness
For the gaiety of conversation

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Snow Covered Easter

On this day of snowfall
Are you at work
On a boat bobbing across the bay

On this day of white skies
Are your brushes
Again all covered in blue

The blue of the cleaner seas
Of the warmer skies
Of summer all over springtime

On this day of northern weather
Are your peninsulas sultry
Your sunrises painted to oblivion

The certainty of unclear horizons
Of faithful merged occupations
Of time; daylight all over the night



In Memory 
of the Cornish Artist John Miller

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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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