Previous Episode: The Nativity 2022

Waiting for Snow


Skies full 

of moon 

and light, 

hidden behind 

the darkness, 

stars still 

and burning, 

the passage 

of darkness, 

in the coming  

of the deeper 

sleep of

lengthening night, 


For beneath

the gathering 

of shadows 

and the fall

of dusk, 

the dark 

of winter 

into December,

the longest night 

And of the season’s 

change, 

coming in flocks 

of invisible wings

and time, 

as it must, 

as it must, 


Whilst under 

the blindness’s 

of city windows, 

isolated islands 

of sleeping

parks

and the faded

memories

of summer

hanging, 

forgotten 

in the empty 

embrace 

the cry

and call

of the wind 


The wind

lost, bereft

naked leaves 

of colour

and dreams

of trees

snow falls

in whispers soft

and blind

that only the 

twenty first

can rescind.

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