The dark heart of things
behind the familiar and loved
world of nature.
Beyond the twig, the branch,
the beloved companion, the tree,
there lies dark mystery.
Look there and feel the slip
into uncertainty, fragility
When, from time to time, we let
truth, in his dark cloak,come close
there can be only one act of courage.
No prayers, no tears or begging
for a reprive from what, in the way of nature
Still this remains – to hang on a fragile thread,
red, like heart’s blood, a round ball of light.
Firery red, precious gold, hang it.
Now and then, in these dark winter days and nights,
take joy from it, courage, hope.
A simple joy, a light defiance in the face
of winter. A birh, a light in the heart of it.