Winter has taken hold and the
brooding greyness is gripping
as the winds move and the
chill bites and you are there
reclined in pain looking at me
with a plea of wanting help
but helpless, but help I cannot
give except being here fallen,
encased with you heavy as the
winds blow the trees with the
ease of earth’s power but there
is no force to take this cup from
you and splash the colour of a
vibrant sunny day gently across
your face so you can find sleep.

 

14/7/2025