(15 November 2008)
for Angela
This new moon is a silver tear
in a black winter sky
pricked by the light of stars
from so long ago
Snowdrop shoots, green
against the bare November soil,
push aside the withered leaves
of last summer's rose
We daily dress in garments
woven from the lives of those who are
gone, their threads spun
from fibres of our past
But who's to say we too
cannot turn our hands to the
wheel and live once more?
in a black winter sky
pricked by the light of stars
from so long ago
Snowdrop shoots, green
against the bare November soil,
push aside the withered leaves
of last summer's rose
We daily dress in garments
woven from the lives of those who are
gone, their threads spun
from fibres of our past
But who's to say we too
cannot turn our hands to the
wheel and live once more?
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