A Tree in Winter

What does the tree

Do when it
Finds itself laid

Naked to the winter winds.

Folds in upon
Its dark self
Closing tightly on
What yearning life remains
Inside.

Waiting, shaking

Through winds and
Changing, ruptured skies,
Ice covered, frozen

Trapped.

Spring must come

It wills it to bring

Warmth, allowing,
Finally to unfurl its

Green virgin leaves.

Opens itself willingly
To the deserving Sun
The tree feels joy
Knowing it lives again.

Price of Your Eyes

An oldie that I wrote way back when...


The Price of Your Eyes

I looked through everyone
But when I looked at you
I stopped.
They mirrored my gaze
An ancient English maze
The walls of time and my mortality
Melted in the face of such
A knowing look.

There were echoes there
Within your eyes
Of some time past
A time that preceeded every last
Year and century.
I shook inside as if chilled and
My heart so raw stood bare.

I don't know what to say
I am not mad
But when our eyes meet
In some future unfamiliar street
I'll know the depths I've known before
In another time, another place, another day.

MK 1997