We wake to

twilight

 

in this winter

world:

 

trees lie broken

by the storm

 

snow in melted

pockets

 

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

 

limbo

 

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

resurrection.