Winter Blues
A meter off the ground - it was chilling to the bone
and they say high up the degrees drop
In a metal bird with conditioned air
forgotten are dreams of wanting to fly
I closed my eyes - could sleep fast-forward eight months?
we stepped down at the other end of the universe
The Earth was wearing white trees clinging on to green
in the middle of this I stood very blue
the sun turned bleak, gave into cold
all time spaced out last day seemed old
summer had waned - and for ever, it seemed
frosting fell before my eyes, crystallizing tears
salting snow nothing stays pure for long
I was stuck in a snow globe, wishing the white was pixie dust
(you can take home away from a person, you can’t take hope out of them)
They say new years let grow new hope
but withering winds breed fear alone
impatience in its veins and shoulders shaking
a spiritless shadow trailed
* * * * * * *
the ghost of a snowflake
settles on my glove
cold touch of a memory
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