I will go again

into the dark labyrinth

this time with a key

One day winter crept

with bitter malevolence

but failed to keep hold

an icy curtain

drapes the alter as river

trails her bridal veil

A winter runner

ice cleats gripping, heart pumping

clouds of steamy breath

A man gathers sticks

bundles them with twine to build

his house in the woods

A winter landscape

white snow and trees starkly black

two little boys play

On this day of love

you are asleep beside me

your warm heart beating

Wandering between

dark rooms I have lost my way

following a voice

Against a grey sky

doves flying on creaking wings

are on a mission