Turning to a New Year

Hi all,

This poem has a slower rhythm. We’ve passed the winter solstice now, and each day brings a little more light to us, here in the northern hemisphere. I found myself reflecting on light, and growth which (hopefully) 2013 will bring.
Happy New Year to all!

Hope is a gardening sun
angles of light
tenderly tease
free old shadows
from where they hide
revealing with kind light
their names.

With upturned faces we
ask for illumination
a field of dandelions
or maybe even
sunflowers.

We don’t have to answer
or understand all at once
how water moves within us
so we angle our stems
to follow the light.

We just have to grow.

Together we open
dark doors and call
the names of frightened
shadows hiding so long
until light shines
from every pore.

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Girl on the Street

Hi to any readers! I’ve been thinking about all those people living on the street, now that the weather here in England has turned cold and snowy. This poem is for them.

I’m holding a mirror
to the girl on the street.
What’s your name she asks
the glass and who
knocked you low?

She offers her cup
says I’ll tell you a
secret- look here
a diamond tear
among the coins
they throw.

You’ve a wool hat
like mine and golden curls
rough, a sweet smile –
a deer’s breath in snow.

She leaves the cup there
and the next day
it snows.

No one knows where
she’s gone folded
into the fog
another diamond
laying low.

In the glass I find
a cup full of the blues
and a secret that I keep
from the angel on the street.