Saturday, 7 April 2018

Winter Poems, 2018

SNOWFLAKES ON A MARCH MORNING

You glide and you slide
down eddies of air,
you drift and you sift
through thin wisps of trees,
veneering valleys
in a chalky visage.

You whisper in white,
sonatas of snow,
silent reminders,
gentle spirits,
soft stars sailing
through oceans of space.


STRAY SNOWFLAKES

Pin-balls scuzzing
in haphazard zig-zags,
disrupting the flow

these erratic flakes
         melting mistakes
chaotically
                      tumble
into fences, chimneys,
each a scrap of chromosome
  cracked

damaged diamonds
oddball organelles
flapping about like snowballs in Hell.


SEAGULLS

Many miles from sea,
you circle the valley,
swooping ringlets
of ten or twenty birds,
a long white chain

dispersing

        weaving inwards,
                 swaying over birches
           and Norwegian spruce
like the soft tread of ghosts,

 the spindrift of a dream.