10th mar 2008

It is 6.00 am and I just woke up and I can hear the birds singing which is wonderful because i can still hear it and it is a blessed start to the day. The first light rises at the window and I take some paper and write the first things that come into my head.

Music decays; transmutes to silence
So another dance stills and ends
The footwork retreats, partners untangle
Just one more to follow and then...
I can sit out the music for a time

Arcs of light increase
And snowflakes cease
Nature must awaken
The winter is taken

Why was never the question?
One may not change what is
Rather it was always when
Or so always now or then
Ever it should have been who