Year's Turn

Written on 28 Dec 2014

We take the light full in

To sink the shine

The blinding

And the flare

As I walk across the salt marsh

Through the pines and down to the wicked shingle strand

We take the light offered freely

Thieve it and hoard it

Share it grudgingly with few

Keep it against the who knows when

The winter grey and downland sleet

The washed out city days

I have let the round white flame

Lick my face my hands my feet

To clean the night away

I have opened my body to the hope