Friday 22 November 2019

Waiting for Yule: a poem

His body lying in a field dead
Lifeblood seeped into the ground
Resting with the seeds of life to come
Above is a carpet of her red, yellow and brown tears
That dark feels that it has won
Forgetting that the summer light felt the same
The leaves decay and caress the blood
But, the sun is reborn
She sees his eyes again
She whispers life
And the seeds cry, life