blackberry poetry - on january

And so the day is done
and the year
The whiteness of the landscape fades
into the white sky
white trees
white fields
Melting into the haze
of yesterday
And I am done too
And memories of golden sun
Light streaming
Heat gleaming
distant
All is white now
cold
and slumbering
Awaiting newness
Confounding me
this circle we live in
Arms wrapped around it all
Solitude for me now
and peace.