A Winter's Tear

A Winters Tear Latent waves of shimmering vibrations disturb the world, tossing leaves and forcing grass and trees to weep a lament. My winters breath is snatched away decimated and lost. The hidden sun glides the horizon silhouetting the mountains, grey bubbling clouds smother the raised land with their weight. Man and beast march head bowed in slow laboured steps, As if to pass unnoticed like pall-bearers, to the seasons gone. Passing familiar places they ignore my shuffling gait. I walk this path of memories each and every day, sometimes sitting beneath the lonely bridge of dreams. A winter’s tear blurs my vision, as memories stir my soul, Visions like scattered diamonds spread out to relive. Only to trudge on to journeys end and there to rest for awhile, Where the warmth of my family will shelter and heat my bones. Seosamh de Burca 21/11/13