Slush

 

 

So long summer,

So long the solar pulses

That skipped time and let

The foe, or friend upon us,

So long the winter comes

By Earths elliptic curve

But somewhere out there,

Is the sun shining in-side,

So long the summer prepares

Winter blues for silent slumber,

So long, so narrow!

 

Winter besets everything

Gloomily, people huddle,

Cars skid on pans of ice

And Christmas is forgotten

For the charity of conceit,

Malls, arcades make friends with

Window shoppers – penniless

Listening to sixties renditions

Of here comes Santa

But out there away, away

From all we have tarnished;

Winter means something more than

      Hell.

 

Rivers, brooks, streams freeze,

In winter wonderlands

The animal’s chance

A scramble for berries

And nuts and at night,

As owls gaze at the moon

And all is silent, crisp and even;

The forests snatch a look

Back to when time

Has no meaning.

 

We’re still deluding ourselves

We are masters of our kingdom,

For while nature thrives

And is alive to boast,

We are not alive but

Dead to corporate entities

Toasting Jesus with a wallet,

And Christmas spirit –

The talk of togetherness,

Is false; for one day

Out of three hundred

And sixty five, we talk of

Unity - lying to each within

The bitterness of years

That pain took all memory,

Of love,

And we’re conditioning our children,

Conditioning our children,

Conditioning our children

To accept only presents but not

The presence;- of  ‘our’ Universal God.

 

Michael J Waite 25^th November 2011.