Thursday, January 2, 2014


Quickening of will at dawn

This Winter’s morn with north wind

Lashing up old snow


Heart’s glow

Of burgeoning becoming

Lightens the gloaming

Forever twilight, half-night

Tired longing


Sudden ideas,  threading bright in the west

Let’s put them to the test,

Let’s do and move and flush

Into Spring, into love, into

Colours that pulse like blood.

Feels stretching, feels banjo-bright, feels jam-jam light,

Feels freshening.


Let’s freshen, quicken, pulse, move,


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