Mid winter

Slice of moon

wisp of cloud

trees stand sentinel:

a solitary leaf floats

church bell chimes

the midnight hour

staunch, ancient.

Dreams appear

& disappear

I have slept a

thousand moons

to wake each day

with memory

of you so clear:

a flock of birds

in predawn flight

beneath the earth

my beauty lies

cold & deep

so fast asleep

wrapped completely

in her best attire.

Here I struggle

& obey the body’s

ins & outs

the numinous elusive,

fleeting as a kestrel’s cry

he hovers over

winter field,

I pass on by.