My eyes

My eyes, aware of such
aware of light
aware of all things to delight

my eyes see things
I cannot see
their tiredness seeks a reason

Winter’s killing grip takes hold
to cleanse the air of much
It brings about a strange old feeling
… your eyes, aware of such

My eyes weep not
at the sight of love
for that sweet thing is lost

my eyes, aware of such
aware of time
aware of sunset’s rusty rime

Persephone passions

The tail end of death
shall soon be upon us
as too
the heady scent of birth

Both majestic
and extraordinary
for they are
destroyer and creator

There is no definitive line
no singular moment
as veins of love
take hold over the other

Rushing to the light
breaking through cracks
these rampant orgasms
bleed Persephone passions

Winter
fades into hades
as spring
grows into a rose

 

 

Virgin Earth

A themed challenge on Winter.

***

Ears on fire
fingertips hurt
pin cushion cheeks
a nose that’s burnt.

All this pain
I will endure
on a morning like this
air crisp and pure.

Ducks do practice
for Dancing on Ice
A Heron to judge
a look that could splice.

Further along
the canal takes a twist
where skimming snowflakes
a winter morn’s bliss.

All this happens
while you’re so fast asleep
you miss the wonders
of mid-winter’s treat.

So do what I do
and wake with the birds
put on your clobber
and tread virgin earth.