poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

Winter day

I like the winter sky
and air –
clear, blue and cold.
(which is not a simple word).

Greens and browns of still trees
against eggshell sky
and white snow;
quiet, too, in the early morning.

The skipping bird,
is just enough movement
for the scene.
Buildings are smaller and
less threatening

On days like this,
the frozen landscape can be contained
within your mind –
like a child agreeing to hold still
for a photograph –
and all is caught and understood.

Until the thaw.

© 2010 Matthew Rhodes


Last year,
I read Birdsong;
a serious, sophisticated, sexy book.

This year,
I put out birdseed.
Which is a start.

© 2010 Matthew Rhodes