Impending Winter
The long arm of
winter
Has
reach out and hooked the day
In
the crook of its bony elbow
Its long misty
fingers
Have
curled around the morning
With
a sharp snap of biting breath
The trees shiver and
drop their leaves
In
rainbow clouds on the pavement
As
winter draws them into its embrace
People snuffle and
shuffle along in grey coats
Bent
like gnarled tree bark
Bracing
against this cool awakening
Penguin suited
commuters packed in glassy tins
Rattle
along railway tracks to work
In
metal boxes in front of gleaming screens
The sun bounces off
skyscrapers in beams
Biting
bitter bright into the cool crisp day
Sharpening
the angles of the city
Yes, Winter’s long
song has begun
It
moans beneath the rumble of the traffic
And
the rustle of tumbling leaves
The wind carries a
myriad of conversations
Words
catch like morning dewdrops
On
the webbed wintry wings of its whistle
The morning chorus
contains the sighs of morning lovers
The
protests of children being taken to school
And
the silent unspoken dreams of the city
Carried across the
waves come the clamour
Of
thousands of sinking voices desperately
Seeking
refuge in a war torn world
They are met by the
icy blasts of barren rhetoric
Reels
of relentless red tape
And the slam of closing doors
And the slam of closing doors
And still in the
shadows lumbering lines of tanks
And
dark swarms of weaponry gather
Ready
to release the deadening thud of bombs
What song can we
raise in the face
Of
clawing cold and deadly lines of division
How
can we stay strong and bright this winter?
On the frontline of
humanity we must stand
With
our gifts, our offerings, our candles
Flickering
with flames of kindness
Open hearted we must
face the winters devastation
Insisting
on the warmth of our shared existence
Remembering
that we are all each others home.
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