The icicles hung and dripped as we walked past…drip, drip, drip
A cat sat under the hedge shivering as if frightened to come out,
Scared by the whiteness. We breathed in the cold air as it stabbed at
Our lungs then shot out like a samurai sword. Berries shone like
The planets, lit by a full moon, birds caught in orbit, snatching,
...Feeding, emptying the night sky. The wood is quiet and empty,
Trees stand like nameless monuments towering over us, their bark
Damp from the dew, the older one’s had split open like a double
the cold wind blows...
echoing through the trees
a woodpeckers call
A foliage of tongues murmurs as we walk towards a grey/green
Alter that came to rest a millennia ago now half buried and bound
By vines that dig deep and etch their mark in the shards of sunlight.
We hear the scurry, see the leaves move, a rustle is the only reminder
That we are the guests, the intruders, the not-wanted, the watched...
Prayers are being said, Mother earth is listening…