Always winter, never spring,
who’d imagine such a thing?
Lochs stay frozen, shards of glass,
rules abound we cannot pass.
Silence spreads across the earth,
people question their self-worth.
And yet it wasn’t always so,
the world’s designed for ebb and flow:
tides come in and tides go out,
pale-orbed moon is free of doubt,
no marks left upon the sand,
joy unbounded through the land
as…
newborn woman lifts the lid
on lie that she’s from Adam’s rib;
head thrown back and arms stretched wide,
embracing good and bad with pride,
mind is freed and fetters fall,
life no longer cramped and small,
frigid tears on rime-frost trees
melt and drop with warming breeze,
rivers flowing into lochs
raging, laughing, all unblocked.
And as I let my thoughts take wing.
winter passes into spring.