some winter thoughts at the turning of the year

Slender naked tree
With a few red gold leaves
Her winter modesty

The dusk folds early
On Moon's chaste bed of desire
Forsaken for her stars.

Dead leaves poet's walk
Their grave rest rustled awake
Now they must chatter.

Butcher bird possessing
Rusted strands of damp wire
Wise folly proffered.

Cold windy shivers
Hot coffee, siren seduction
Covered ears dog duty.

Prayer must be fitful
When the heart is neglected
Solstice his emotions.

As always above,
Below a mirror brightly
Frosty with knowing.

Lotus intertwines
This long dark night of his dreams
Dawn beckons Daemon.