A couple of pieces from 2016 . I've altered them slightly.
Spent some lovely time yesterday playing with the grandchildren. We played fast moving, competitive card game which I found I was way too slow at. Oh well ... Thoroughly enjoyed it though. It made me think how good it is too play.
Thread
Hold on to that thread,
Let it hang from those past bones
A day of purpose
Where every movement has its reason,
The growing flower its timely season,
Where what has been
Has come to this,
And this is the softness of the
Song of delight.
Hold on to that thread,
Though not too tightly
For each second signifies the next,
Each gossamer strand shall be broken,
Left behind
To free the mind
Winter
That crisp morning:
The grass wearing a light cover
as of icing sugar,
as of icing sugar,
Icy pond still - reflecting
The chill,
Of my nose.
And you with your story,
Made my bones shiver.
How to unthink,
Unlink,
From memory.
How to box in,
Within.
How to warm through ,
the blue.
