The music is coming through you

I can hear it in your voice

What will you do with your song

I will listen if you let me near

Soft notes filling air and ears

A song called into being

Snow is melting 

Your heart gladdens

Sun needn't be a memory

Winter Hour

Where are the deer at this hour in winter?

Where do they go for warmth?

Do they feel this cold as we do?

They have not all disappeared.

I wish to know but I must settle

for in complete knowledge

at least for know

We are not meant

to know all. 

For You and Danny

I sent you a message

You called me right away

I didn't expect

to hear your voice so soon

You asked if it was intuition

or if I had heard the news

I said intuition

You told me your brother

died last night in hospital

That all of you were 

by his side as he transitioned

Tears, disbelief, relief

all gave way to one another

and back again

You said he had been ill

He had been worsening

I could say nothing

He was only in his fifties

He was young

You are mourning

the loss of a future

You told your children

and they cried too

Your daughter said

it was a sad Friday

and you said yes it was

I'm writing this 

the morning after

our conversation

in the dark just before 

the sunrise 

A million more things

I could say 

But I told you

I love you

and you said it back

and