a branch falls
a shower of crows
spout up from their strutting place
flap stuttering a short yard or two
and settle again
in the stubble
my heart
you stroke my chest
with white swan feathers
your eyes show
you know what this means
my heart bleeds
As midnight approached
As midnight approached, I took the old year in the palm of my hand and squeezed. The first bell chimed and I opened my fist. The new year shone there, hope and diamond bright. Now I am not afraid.
31 December
hiding in shadows
the cave is cool and dry
we stand at last and face the sun
inspired by Sylvester
30 December
fame spirals higher
fresh breeze thins the clouds
today’s light gone tomorrow
inspired by Egwin
29 December
the water is deep
the current is strong
friendship will continue
inspired by Thomas
28 December
flowers growing through
grass drying after harvest
fear of innocence undone
inspired by children
27 December
eagle loops
thunder cracks
most highly beloved
walks out of the deepening sea
Inspired by John
26 December
cars swerve to run through
cardboard boxes on the grass
forgiveness is not a one-way street
inspired by Stephen
Through the candle flame
Through the candle flame and out of the barn door I saw the stars piercing the velvet night. I walked outside; snow creaked. Straight above our heads a single star shone brightest as others spiralled in silence. Your hand was warm in mine. It is time to go back in.
Written for Scottish Book Trust December 2021
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