Daffodil

I tremble
in Winter’s grasp
icicle teeth
and glacier claws
hold my yellow
struggling.

Snowdrops play
her game
calm and chill
they masquerade
in her colours
heads bent and still.

But I stand
yellow and
vibrant nearly
reaching Spring,
I reflect the flower
at the heart
of the sun.

So she keeps
me tightly, a
snow cat ferocious
every talon and tooth
on her trembling prey.

And I wait for
the dance of light
I know must come-
the sky-eyed girl
with mirrors on her
sleeves twirling flashes
into Winter’s eyes
until she retreats
banished in colour
and the world wakes again.

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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.