fog lifts to show snow on hills
the folly’s columns are silhouette
clarity of view and thought
winter
sun arrows
sun arrows down from cloudless skies
winter wind bringing ice to skin
in the distance the hill burns
birdsong perfectly shaped
birdsong perfectly shaped takes flight
clotted clouds cover discoloured skies
winter thoughts are fleeing spring
Shortest day
Three crows fight; one dies
Mist rises through the leafless trees
Nobody smiles at me
Yesterday winter held
Yesterday winter held below the horizon
Chill dawn hears silent locks unlocking
Misted wraiths stealthy gyre at daybreak
Winter rises from hard fields
your eyes are winter
your eyes are winter
winter blue in grey
yesterday they seemed the summer
golden sun that shone for me
but now your eyes are winter
winter has to pass
winter has to pass
through the frost flowers will grow
we will live in hope
Pitched valley snow
pitched valley snow shielded
high woods breach perfection
circling birds black above
crushed snow squeaks
crushed snow squeaks and creaks and groans
beneath the ice, grey shadows of fish
the day is dark as evening
Snow on rain on ice
snow on rain on ice
glass all touches over slide
when will your heart thaw?
