simonhlilly

FIGMENTS AND FRAGMENTS

A bouquet of winter words melting in the Sping sun, fading beneath the loquacious brilliance of birdsong……..

I

End of the year.
Glorious fire!

The living sleep.
The dead awake.

Humans huddle together –
The dark wood
The dark sky.
Hard
Is the shell
Of the hazelnut.

II

End of the year.
Glorious fire!

The living sleep.
The dead awake.

Humans huddle together –
The dark wood
The dark sky.
Hard
Is the shell
Of the hazelnut.

III

Long cold night.
Waking, unexpectedly
I find
A flock
Of chattering words
Settled down
In my mind.

IV

moon frozen solid
In the centre of the sky.

Old sun rolls slowly
Up the cold hills.

Ice-edged grasses
Wait for warmth.

Cry of the pheasant
In the dark wood.

V

Green morning
Cloud-laden.
The very edge
Of heaven.

VI

Take a thought
Watch it drop
A thousand miles.

Ripples spreading
Outwards.

Reflections of stars
Dancing a moment
Then settling
Back to stillness.

VII

Silent and still.

February bliss.
The sky is one
Low cloud.

Cool air breathes
The branches
Now and then.

I walk old roads
Between spiralling
Pillars of birdsong
And the
secrets of trees.

Feeling
The heartbeat
Of the world

Through the soles
Of my feet.

VIII

Sliding music
Landscape music
Floating music

Sliding thoughts
Landscape thoughts
Floating thoughts

IX

Looking down
On the pool
Of the sky:

The full moon-
My melancholy
Reflection.

X

Breathing in
Breathing out.

Crow
Pushing against
An early morning sky.

XI

White page
White mind

Cloud- covered mountains
Mist-filled valleys

White mind.

If I take a breath:
The sun will rise.

If I take a breath:
The one beside me
Will stir.

If I take a breath:

Day will begin.