cold moon

cold light of the moon
shines down upon me
frost bit grass
lies under my feet
I feel the winter wind
but do not hide from it
let it pass over
to remind me of her face



Blackbird in the Brambles

what is that I could hear
in the hedgerow
but hiding from me was
a blackbird in the brambles

thinking back on it now
seem silly she’d be following me
but at that time
it was just her and me