Gloam

We wake totwilight in this winterworld: trees lie brokenby the storm snow in meltedpockets here Angelsforget to sing. My dreams arefilled with plot lines heroes’ songs,a life perfected in my headto fall onto an empty pagesuccour this barren limbo We wake totwilight, trapped in winter’s thrallland is crisp with hoar frost& the neighbours stove roarslike dragons. Yet Iris peekupon my table top & promiseresurrection.