If Winter's here …

My knee aches:
So do my Shoulders and my Elbows.
The Rain falls
Into my Soul, dampens my Spirit.
The Day dawns
Windows are Dark with gleaming Frost curls.
The Ice cracks
Inside my Brain and at my Toes' ends
The World's End.


And sunshine thru the frost
Glinters in my eyes
Making blinks and tears.
Black tree-shapes against
The pale blue of winter skies
Tempt me out from winter's fireside,
From friendly community of ales and tales.
The squirrel's tail flirts on the branch,
Rabbits' footprints in the snow
Say life is with us yet.
The sparrows, cold-huddled on my gutter,
Nudge each other.
"Look," they murmur, "Look."
"Spring is coming."

© H.Walklett 2002