Through a dark channel

thirty silent listeners

watch my talking head

Adorned with raindrops

a wire grill, its glass long gone

a door stands open

Visor down gloves on

position a magic wand

a million stars

In the old foundry

dark as night a liquid flows

towards him white, red

An old brick building

majestic still it stands proud

here they once baked bread

Through a fence a dog

looks on while a flock of geese

accept the field’s gifts

So much more to life

than filling forms, passing thought

solidifying

At each break I write

a tiny poem to make

a moment of calm

Head under a wing

a bird sleeps whilst snow-melt drips

he wakes with a song

Silently falling

Disturbing nothing at all

Snow covers our world