Reframed by the cold

Holly proud berries declare Advents chill coming

Castor-oil plants wilt lampshades light-green

Beige grit grips tight to the line of my treading

As wet crunching pathways disturb pigeons unseen

Clumping bamboo give sway to rose garden

Fragrant cut grass held captive by ice

A grey-hound in fur coat is dragged like an anchor

Delicate paws beneath sorrowful eyes

Haw frost show contours of squirrel deep searching

Twig trees survive by the skin of rats teeth

Wailing small children held snug by ‘Good’ ratings

Distantly join blue magpies bold grief

Rosehips and hedging and dampened stone walling

Border sweet Carmen’s park bench brass plaque

‘Enter each day with a grateful heart’ soothing

This stagnant breath morning to freshen its track.   

For my work colleague Carmen Alfonso who died too soon.

Lithe strides

She wears her skin like gold

Her mouth curling samba movements inside

Eyes of nutmeg-ice

Confidently planting her song into the echos of a Galaxy unknown

She laughs at this pavement edge

So trill and big and bold until

in perfumes of lithe strides she’s gone

For rested air

For rested air

Libatious watering drunk in the nowness

Sentient timpani’s tickling Her leaves

Musical prowess set reed-sways to breathe-time

Key-swings of bees-wing shock bass-lines conceived.

Symphonies of Beauty skien richly dense air

Mesmeric chip-chip-chaff, thwip-thwip-swift their peers

Searching for feathering and perch-deep soft armouries

As Love performs harmonies in sweet Mystical spheres.

After hearing the beautiful album Elements of Nature (Song of the forest) by Matthew Heyse-Moore