Day 152: Winter

The first day of winter…ever so evident from the bare branches and chilly breeze.

The Sunlight through a Winter Tree

the sunlight through a winter tree
falls like a veil on you and me
a cold breeze moves your careful hair
you put a guarding hand up there

and still the world moves us away
to another place, another day
- how time’s strong hand can move
so easily so firm a love!

our little scene’s a tiny pyre
consumed within time’s giant fire
and all that massive joy and sorrow
is ashes now and less tomorrow

was it for nothing that we gave
a precious part of birth to grave?
you turn, i turn, and with the day
from all to nothing turn away

and yet we have what time must miss
the memory of love, and this

Kevin Straw

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      2009.06.02 Edited

      I remember bare branches - lots of those in Canberra where I once lived :-)