last hours
filling with memories,
wishes on the wing . . .

..clumps of snow

once more,
with my dustpan, I threw down
the balcony snow
each time a clump grazed
my tree's dry branches, I apologized
~~
..Dec. 28, 2012..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into
the poet's mind
~~

Tumblewords

Upright
in still waiting
spruce trees

so foul and fair a day

Winter solstice storm
wrack scuds under twin rainbows
fit day for MacBeth

Light in darkness

There is a window in the darkness of night
there is always light
all day, all night
the whole week
through the month
all year
it’s never off
always on
although
those who live there
might turn off their own light
from time to time
that is
light of now -
of passed time
it’s another matter
that stands clearly in their minds
always bright
their youth, their deeds
their life
now is gray
nonexistence
remembering shortly or even not at all
there is always light
even if it’s not recognized

-

Light in darkness
always we remember the past
demented

a flash of magpie
behind the brick houses
plastic Santa Claus

golden arrows at sunrise
criss-cross the clear sky
warmth meet cold

bold bright birch
stands before the darkened sky
holding up the night

gnarled drooping limb
softly the gray mist gathers
to enshroud you

sparrows
crowd the buddleia
bluetits fly off

..his guests

he slides
the balcony door open...
lets in the stars
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..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
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in the garden pond
frozen
the koi suspended

blackbird sends a song
through the bathroom window
front stoop crocuses

snow is sparkling bright –
my footprints only witness
this silent vastness


DianART: snow is sparkling bright

potted crocus
brighten the doorstep
white clouds

sunshine
through the curtain gap
a pigeon's song

bluetits wait for sparrows
to leave the bird table
starlings queue-jump

tears of joy
the happy snowflakes of old,
your eyes, are back
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..(C)2010/2012 Spiros Zafiris
.channeled; spirit Ram
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magpie
at the top of the tallest tree
plastic bag

by the roadside
I pass a still shape
outstretched pheasant

overnight rain
brings dreams of bumpy seas
blunt tulip torpedoes

rain patters
ripples on the lake
spread and join

wind spinner
scatters garden sunshine
blue tit

Payne's grey clouds
bring a re turn to the cold
the dog whines

Tonight

Venus and Jupiter

bright beads threaded on the

orbital plane

romancing the mist;
another fading winter
-purple crocuses

morning sun
gives the illusion of warmth
still, quiet air

From the white land
The roots of time shall grow
Naked trees in my
Frozen dream! Killed
By my own

crocuses springing

last dry leaves
stripped from the garden
snowdrops

pigeon
squeezed into the birdtable
sparrows chitter

magnolia buds
swollen, soft --
tiny dancers poised
for the first movement

London pigeons
eclipsed by bells and sirens
oratory performance

golden sunlight
edges bare willow branches
golden bark

swans
beak to beak
...valentine heart

shivering trees
a relentless wind
rubbish flies along

the trench
I shovelled --
a squirrel highway

snow is sparkling bright

snow is sparkling bright –

my footprints only witness

this silent vastness

a dog fox
trots along the midnight street
the neighbour's cat

distant hills
capped with crisp snow
teasels

sunshine
gilds the tops of trees
magpie wings

waning moon
slowly turns his
face away

cold, sharp air
fills his morning lungs
cigarette smoke

water is tasteless

water is tasteless,

almighty, full of caress -

 words in frozen dress…

blue tits
dart to the bird table
the cat is too slow

a full moon
painting the frost
coated streets

snow recedes
pigeons flock to rooftops
and chimneys

snow clings
in the fields and hedgerows
blackbirds chirp

through branches  -
the sun cutting
shadows out of the frost

..her scream

on the sidewalk
her scream chased snowflakes
from my hat
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..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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hissing tyres
turn snow to muddy sludge
schoolchildren

sunlight
bouncing off snow
hungry sparrows

surviving naked
in this winter
branches  I salute you

frosted whites
a squirrel in the garden
chased by the dog

first snow

at last
the first snow falls
in the Lowlands

sunlight
dancing on morning frost
hungry sparrows

crescent moon rises

bright –like a bar of light through

 a crack in a door

in a last
ray of sunlight
sparrow warms himself

breath vapours
become baby clouds
curious blackbird

artic winds  -
robin
with his red scarf

orange sunshine
from a cloudless sky
seagulls inland

five sparrows
crowd the bird table roof
the cat on the shed

a gray squirrel
munching seeds...
winter fog

thrushes
in the bare sycamores
Sainsbury's bags

rhythmic ebb and flow
gray gusts beyond these warm walls
a soothing howl

driving through the night

Mars and Orion to guide us

safely home

the dog
locked out all night
frosted grass

Adorned

the moon in her hair

and Venus – a bright bead of light

upon her neck

crocus shoots
show a hint of gold
edged clouds

last night bright
Venus shone down upon all
my wounds, my scars

two magpies
court on rooftop aerials
bright sunshine

gilded clouds
leave patches of blue
rooftop corvids

dry grass
the wind seems colder
without the rain

bitter cold midday
squirrels playfully love-sick
crossed my path

sycamore
fallen after the wind
silent wood

Shadows

shadows in dusk
angels gathering
at church’s point
-

Photo by Peter Lindholm, Norway; Words: Ashi



constant rain
over the garden
unrepentant clouds

bitter wind
screams through the window frames
the cat flap rattles

freezing rain
hammers at the windows
the dog's wet kisses

incessant rain
leaves beads of water
bare branches

we’ll be watching films
projected onto the black face
of the new moon

sparrows
frequent the bird table
the cat at the window

wind and rain
burns away the frost
sparrows stay hidden

icicles
lit by morning sun
rainbows

buddleia leaves
hang like limp jellyfish
morning sparrows

..courting

why the birch's branch
courting the starling, I,
feel freer...
for these resolute feet to plump
and crystalize my air with snow
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..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
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Note: perhaps i should make L5:
and crystalyze my air with snow..????
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Note [again]: i just changed the last
word..initially i had it "snowflakes"
but, now, i much prefer "snow"

frost
on the birdfeeder
hungry robins

blue tit  -
enormous
amongst the icicles

window
crystals

my
breath
rounds

a
tree
bole

walking in the snow

the diamond cutter

feels at home

I=
the
snow
&
the
moon

chimney
smoke

ripped
a
part

the
cold

gibbous moon
a plume of smoke
from a coal fire

ice-
cased
snow

crumbs
left
for
sparrows

wind
blown

cars
buried in-
snow

dusting
my red
coat

fingers of ice
painted on the windscreen
hoarse shouts, frozen

a bitter wind
shakes the lavender
the cat, crying

bluetits
on the peanut feeder
shafts of sunlight

Old to late

old crises new rule
the issue old to late
not me

a line in the sand
tell you whether or not
you are old to late

the crises changed
the age of pension
but not to me

the lucky one
I’m not sure
old at the right time

The crises worldwide have it affect. The pension age is postponed.
They have drawn a time line – born before that you are safe – after that pension is postponed gradually. My grandchildren might have to face a time where they have to decide whether to live or not.

white flowers
on the viburnum
waxy green leaves

pink-tinged clouds
occluded by the grey
blackbirds

January sun

grazes the path -

a dark spur for every stone

in January

the robin queries

the other birds’ silence

a flock of blackbirds
take the last of the apples
freezing winds

crows
populate the poplars
cemetery duties

on the black waters
the swans are pushing forward
in hope of feeding
few people indeed are out
by the Thames on New Year's Eve

the wind drops
in the bank of sycamores
a plastic bag

old calendar  -
sad days and happy days
circled

a starling
on the apple tree
territorial blackbirds

the wind
teases the last few willow leaves
a crow calls out

pelting rain
the bin-cleaning men
in yellow rubbers

second day of new year-
deciding
on what to resolve

slivers of sunshine
limn the opposite roofs
red-stemmed dogwood

first light
the world aquiver
with possibilities

fireworks at midnight
seen through frosted windows
pixillated