Saturday 4 January 2014


The winter rains polished the stars
and the south-westerly has blown
them into prime position
See them shine
winking a tune
rising above protesting branches
and ice pelting rock

As before -
the light wins

The ascending sun
blinds us from night memories
Sigh of relief
Weary bones harbour hope yet
forget what has been
I am doing a new thing

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