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.