winters sun

First published 2009

Winters pall dims the vestiges of autumn gone,

lost the laughter and the sun, families fled

past the eyes of those past, replaced by barren sun.

Mundanity dulls the keenest edge, (re)casts

play-act in imports stead, each actor caught in

winters pall, dims the vestiges of autumn gone.

In heady, early days, blushing glance was enough

to hold, then break, the rhythm of the dreary drum. 

Past the eyes of those past, replaced by barren sun,

each generation caricatured, first by writers pen,

then realigned by victors gun; the awful chill of

winters pall dims the vestiges of autumn. Gone,

the comfort in a hug, entwined hands: now undone,

voices held on memories breadth, fade away into the

past. The eyes of those past, replaced by barren sun,

sightless, gaping - cast amongst the great undone, stories 

raise them from the depths, before letting go into the

winters pall, dims the vestiges of autumn gone

past the eyes of those past - replaced by barren sun.