MIND GAMES                                                            

Light and life both sapped away,

dark winter’s day, I long for

bright, bold artist spring to splash

crocus colours over grey.

 

Faint hearts miss the majesty

of winter’s sun, warming cold,

the hush, the calm of fallen snow

the blue, streaked silver, canopy.

 

Strong hearts strip the light from dark:

let eyelids drop, rouse sleepy thought;

to find the good, despite the hurt,

in every word the song of larks.

 

No arrow less than iron bolt

may lodge in flesh, fester long,

if we quietly forgive and

do without the search for fault.

 

So may gloom be swept aside,

frozen winter smell of spring;

love will steer sweet souls serene

If within love does abide.