When sun cuts throughÂ
The icey bite
When chill belies
The deep blue sky
When clouds float by
In singular form
When the ice underfoot
Submits to the warmthÂ
While wind chill cools
The blinded eyesÂ
The memories flood
From distant skies
My heart trips joy
From scenes recalled
On higher groundÂ
Where time lie pausedÂ
And thus I sitÂ
Quite drenched in thisÂ
Deluge of lifeÂ
All else eclipsedÂ
The calming, steady hand of sobriety For days and weeks and months Holds and comforts Soothes and cools Dilutes the cruel Guiding the hours And steering the minutes Sheltering from showers And looming
The bronzen dale lay bathed Lit gold by the late-day sun Wonderfully, Gloriously swathed While the light warns of night-time to come The fading bracken paints Vivaciousness stained on the hill While l
His broken heart won’t mend But he’s laying down foundations To simply walk again With lowered expectations One foot before the next Is what he aims to do Its nowt that can’t be mended With a metric l