deep hibernation
breath freezes outside blanket
slow rhythmic breathing
wondering whether
cup of tea will make itself
stare into darkness
deep hibernation
breath freezes outside blanket
slow rhythmic breathing
wondering whether
cup of tea will make itself
stare into darkness
Unattainable aspiration, reachable only by others.
The goal scored, to where shall I run?
Confused chicken looks for approval.
Petrol runs dry,
Country grinds quickly to a desperate halt,
Troops out.
The thin veil of civilisation,
Grab, rip, tear, anarchy exposed.
Dull, jaw ache distracts
Tongue probes,a finger picks
Trapped morsels imagined
Petrol panic, gullible queue thirty minutes for a thimbleful
Backlit grey clouds silhouetted on a charcoal suburban landscape
Golden nature, lasting beauty,
forget at the peril of your soul.
Hues of pink on pale green stem,
fleeting beauty, unnatural purpose.
I sip the first cup
carefully until cool,
swill and swallow,
refresh.
wild night of fearful darkness
leaves chased freely by the wind
a tree falls
the deep twilight
stillness before the night
millennium of silence