Monthly Archives: December 2013

The tick of the clock into midnight it is silent here, save for the wind in the wood, save for the sigh of the trees. Something is different, something the same. The frost creeps across a bridge of branches cracks … Continue reading →

I came to you late in life And grieve for the years lived Without your voice to live by Empty years that could have been filled Instead they stretch behind me Silent: long nights and short days Made worthless by … Continue reading →

Gather round, gather round Your grandmother calls you T’is the end of the day Tonight she’ll tell her tale A Christmas tradition Once we are sitting Cross legged at her feet She is ready to tell Of the Boxing Day … Continue reading →

The moon is still a sickle in the sky She sent her deluges in the night Now she masses her army against trees and boughs You wander beneath her gaze In the night she woke you with battle Unprepared your … Continue reading →

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end … Continue reading →

By the time that you read this I will be gone. If, in your sleep, you turn, your hand may catch this envelope, Its foreign presence may even wake you. You might, perhaps, tear it open, pull out the note … Continue reading →

I didn’t know: that I would leave here that I would grow distant I didn’t know: how many years would pass before I returned nor how I would change I didn’t know: that I would make mistakes, that I would … Continue reading →

I come from the village caught on the edge of town a place to wait grow up safe I come from a road at the top of the hill where the neighbours watch flick curtains and gossip I come from … Continue reading →

This is the earth, my son This is the earth, which we will turn This is the earth, which we will turn and we shall fill, my son This is the horse, my son This is the horse that shall … Continue reading →

You turn them over again, twist them to fit However you place them they are uncomfortable, don’t sit Right in the sentence that you are trying to form You are frustrated, build frowns from your smile, let anger storm When … Continue reading →