On the first day,

the air streamed in

smokey and dark, an art

to see under sycamore branches.


This morning’s frost is absent now

spent itself on dry, decomposing limbs

so, there’s it’s value – few exceptions,


I come back to visible

Venus and Jupiter aligning

looking for the pull

across my chest, a hymnal in my heart

yearning for more darkness.


In twenty days,

darkness will be complete

druids burning candles 

to welcome the sun back to 



come back

umber back to damp green.


Dave Barber

1 December 2008

Collection Remembering WInter Sorrow