Moss Words

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Lichen on rocks,
Scars, marks of winter
Writ large upon the trees,

That lines the path
That wanders away
From the cabin door.

Sentinel strangers
This time of year,
For there is nothing to believe in

When the trees are not in bloom.
The forest is a stranger
When the green leaf goes.

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Little England

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Flurries
Of worrisome weather,
Caught between hello and goodbye.
A day that don’t know
If it’s coming or going.
Came in like a lamb
But now it’s having trouble deciding
Whether to go out on the town
Or out with a bang.

A blizzard is blowing
Down High Street and byways
And icicle tears
Are stinging my cheeks.
Next moment it is raining,
Chasing the white flakes away.
While the sun is claiming
A leave of absence
From the muck and the grime.
Escaping grey little England
For the lake and the beach.
 
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Wind Chills

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The sun shines down,
Crowning the ice upon the pond
With a transient halo.

Shimmers of translucence
Shiver in the frigid air,
Whisper of nothing.
 
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Starlight Rending

For the 9 November there is a poem about how small this universe makes me feel sometimes…

Made of sticks and stones

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This beauty is torn apart
By chaos winds
And bitter rains.
By the harshness of the times,
By the frigid coldness of black nights.
The stars who shine,
Jealously guard those distant lights.
Never sharing of the warmth
Of their distant, alien, hearts.
 
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Starlight Rending

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This beauty is torn apart
By chaos winds
And bitter rains.
By the harshness of the times,
By the frigid coldness of black nights.
The stars who shine,
Jealously guard those distant lights.
Never sharing of the warmth
Of their distant, alien, hearts.
 
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A Time for Tears

It’s that time of year for the start of my annual review, and to kick things off a poem from last November

Made of sticks and stones

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It is a time for tears,
Of scudding clouds and fierce-blown frost
On a chill north wind.
When darkness lurks mere moments after dawn
And perpetual shade creeps like the Reaper in this winterland.
Death and snow are the bitter harvest
Of this barren season.
A time for tears; November,
Swansong of the year.
 
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Winter Moon

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Whose is the moon

That floats on high;

That lights my way

On winter nights,

That sails above

And reflects below.

Whose is the moon?

Not mine, I cry.

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Originally Published 3 January 2015

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Frozen in Fury

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January is cold; barren season
That life has left a hollow shell.
Only decay can keep a death beat
Where once hearts in rhythm called ‘All’s well!’
Now chaos grows in frozen darkness
Ice warriors of this living hell.
 
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Loki’s Moment

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Sky walking, cloud scudding
Quickly, disbelieving
The blue turns – dark’ning grey.
Wind of the north, fierce cold
Breaths with wicked intent,
His dissent – mischief snow.

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Tumbling

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Tumbling snowflakes
Covering me, a blanket
Of winter conceals.
 
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