winter bare her soul.
medieval trees reach up
for solstice and better days.
sing in silence and simplicity.
sing for those in remembrance .
dark winter bares the soul, those
that believe. sing in silence.
one voice breaks.
carrying the book, gently,
i find that jesus
is off the wall again.
breeze from the doors
blows him and cobwebbed minds
as i write the small book,
on black keys of words.
gentle here this morning,
sun dreams in,
quiet in all the rooms,
and arms held high,
i come into the morning,
with string and sealing wax.
there is a need to pace about, wave the paper,
move the arms. need to pause and counter
act. if this reading thing will work.
maybe moving eliminates the standing still,
precisely that leads to a self concious pose.
the need to read is ready. rehearsals held each day
focus on the oak tree.
alongside reading then, is a little…Continue
there is plenty of time to walk from town,
to give an opinion whenever requested.
there is time to talk, and receive gifts. make
time to buy some ready. it has been said before
that these are falling days. look at the wild seeds
and know that as splendid as you are, that
you are one of many.
there is still time.