We wake to



in this winter



trees lie broken

by the storm


snow in melted



here Angels

forget to sing.


My dreams are

filled with plot lines


heroes’ songs,

a life perfected


in my head

to fall onto


an empty page

succour this barren




We wake to

twilight, trapped


in winter’s thrall

land is crisp


with hoar frost

& the neighbours


stove roars

like dragons.


Yet Iris peek

upon my table top


& promise


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