A Christmas Walk
The blooms have blown;
Fall birds have flown,
Something secret in the days has changed from warm to cold
And the young woman in me feels it too,
Chill air makes her feeble and old.
Now flecks of white are falling down,
Summer’s but a distant dream:
It’s Christmas day in town.
Someone busily chops wood to feed a smokey fire
The resounding echo makes the whole wood ring.
Snow-blossoms alight on the blackbird’s wing.
In the gloaming shades it’s a cold carpet I walk:
Grey diamonds, thousands glittering underfoot,
Frost like velvet crystals clings to every naked stalk.
The starlight prickles through the gloomy cloud curtain,
Hanging low and thick as wool over the towers of the town.
I often look up and lose myself in endless winter sky,
Soaring amid gaunt heavens, I close my eyes and drown.
Feelings leftover from the old year swirl and tangle in my brain,
Pawing and flitting all about like furry moth feet:
Memories flicker inside my winter dream:
Silky scraps of poemful days and slivers of cold blue rain.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by Dakota Roos
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