Trees stand skeletal stripped of life
Impossible to know if they are done
Or buds may come
Light proves grey ripped of golden promise keep on keep on
Cold persists and finds the bones the hatches battened the fire is lit
But cold consumes no not crisp no snow no snow
Oh snow to cover this beauty in cold
No snow no snow
Will buds come from this rough bark
Nothing shows for endless time
Asleep perhaps asleep I pray on bended knee
On bended knee unused so long
Or will this be
Brittle testament amongst dancing leaves
The oak comes late a colour less fine
Than those that grow for their first time
But it comes sure and strong as it sailed the seas
It has no dance no need to claim
It’s strength is quiet devoid of shame
Oak has seen much come and go
Oak will see much come and go
The fire of noise the rampant noise
Dancing with all in the power of life
Species skitting around each one
Feeling inside only power and speed
God’s earth possessed by passion and need
Consumed with being and knowing life
Being being alive alive
Heat will soak with grateful calm
Thoughts of winter sting the heart
But this time of slowing down work done
Work done in finding this time this time
All colours shown each their own
Look up around and shades are all
Nameless majestic golden hues
That thump the heart and cry I am!
And here I move again
Towards winter cold
But now but now
With winter snow