Ancient glazed, unmoving glaciers
Glassy sheets greeting frosty mornings
But see the illustration winter paints
Watercolours of undiscovered dreams
Ice delineates of crystal ferns and flowers
Opaque and mysterious as imagination
And I see a veined story unfold intact
It is my story on my windows with my rules
And then the sun rises and they are gone
But I see the signs and then I see the world
The whole of the world that waits outside
Locked inside the thorny maze of midwinter
The robin nestles deep in the holly watching
Red breast and glad song amid scarlet berry
It sings of spring and waits in anticipation
And see the lustrous trails of auburn rainbows
Autumn leaves wind and seething rain claimed
Thrown down as leafy meanders to lie on hardness
Glimmering jewels burnished into imaginings
Aerial lawns brought low to earth in repayment
For all that has grown before this Christmas Eve
And we; we are like old logs hazing and sparking
Till they still and ember slow in the dust of change
And yet we see always our hopes reborn in the flames
Glimpsed like anticipation and renewed as a phoenix
And we may burn anew in wonder for a coming year
For Christmas is coming close and we see atonement
