Midwinter Poems

A few more poems I’ve written recently around the weather

I’m a little insular at the moment but think it’s pre-Christmas overwhelm coupled with the approaching winter solstice. I’m absorbing the unrelenting cold, lashing rain, the wild, whipping winds……all from the welcome sanctuary of my small, Yorkshire stone cottage.

In these darkest days of the year, I hope you, like me, can find joy in the snap of a twig, the red bead of a berry or the silver glaze that sets as icy breath upon a leaf.

If you can’t find joy, then find a story.

There is always a story.

The fall

I slipped upon a sheet of ice

Disguised as twinkling jewels

Deceived by a bewitching glint

That’s toppled many a fool

But every time, the urge

Is too compelling to ignore

Have to get in close

Then pick myself up from the floor

My heart is bruised, my lips confused

The taste of cold still jars

But still, I’d do it all again

For one brief glimpse of stars

A Robin

A robin fed his misery

Puffing out his wound of red

Paraded it by windows

Tilting his jaded, weary head

People noticed only beauty

Against the swipes of white

Didn’t contemplate the cruelty

He’d endured on winter nights

Comforted by loving eyes

He shook himself and found his wings

And when I feel I want to cry

I know by morning, robin sings

Deep Water

I hold my mood as tall reeds brood

On those who drowned in ponds

The stems of strength, a rented length

Of hollow magic wands

They seem to know the hidden flow

Beneath dark dormant ink

Too many skim the surface

In fear, true depth will have them sink

A Frozen Angel

I saw a frozen angel

Emblazoned on a wall

Her poise glistened with sparkle

About to fly…...or fall?

But later, when I looked again

I noticed she was gone

Did I really see an angel

Or mocking ice appear as one?