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Winter

In the garden of my discontent 

Bloom all the moments never spent

Dreams abandoned gone to seed

Tangled into matted weed

Grounded birds with muted song 

Winter’s twilight ever long

Journeys lost form twisted brambles

Spawning dark and thorny shambles

Naked branches of regret

Form silhouettes of blackened nets

Leaves darkened, mulching undertow

Envelopes drawing down below

Internal glimmers soft and slow

Breathe in the must, begin to grow

Rising gently whispered song 

Through winter’s twilight ever long

Forgotten

I forgot the blackbirds song. I heard it, beautiful and precise, repeating a crystal clear fragment of a melody. Singing it back, I thought it would stay in my head. High up on the telegraph pole, the top of a totem, perched against the dawn. Perfect black, delicate and bold, swooping, carving through the hedgerow. He kept his call. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow I will return. His melody had been replaced with the siren calls of invisible skylarks. Darting sounds in the air. The pheasants klaxon cutting the mist, distant green woodpecker, a single magpies chatter. All the other voices, a scattered chorus through the fields.