
November’s shadow
Casts a long and murky pall
Over a dark year.
December grows near,
Promising a silent end
To a stolen year.
Only spring brings hope,
And within its welcome arms,
The warmth of rebirth.

November’s shadow
Casts a long and murky pall
Over a dark year.
December grows near,
Promising a silent end
To a stolen year.
Only spring brings hope,
And within its welcome arms,
The warmth of rebirth.
Photo by Raine Nectar on Pexels.com
A GLIMPSE OF PARADISE
The back of midnight’s moon
Is gifted me
Bringing a still
And total beauty
In its light across the calm waters
The path to it calls me
And I know
With an unfamiliar certainty
My faith can bear me to it
To that paradise in the sky
Heaven’s haven
Realised in this
So delicate a moment
My life transmuted
Into one of peace and serenity
The death of life
Discovers
Meaningful rebirth
But even as I watch
The golden glow diminishes
The pull of the pellucid path
Slowly fades behind the clouds
The chance is gone
For now
But I feel an assurance
That another day
It will be offered me again
And
with open arms
I will grasp it
Photographs: WHB ©
Collaborative poem – written by WHB, based on a prose description by Canadian artist, Alma Kerr, of an experience when looking, at evening time, across the waters of the Pacific, off the western coast of British Columbia . . .
Willow Weeping Over the River Lowman, Devon – Photo – WHB – March 2017
Weeping Willow – River Lowman, Tiverton, Devon – WHB – March 2017
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