Darkness

under stood

...of tremblings shorn

and widespread landings

...at last

As sweetest is

the initale inhale of renewal

....that fells the mightiest

and just as much

exhalts the slightest

to that place of sovereign...

astride heaven's weary shoulders.

And only darkness in pursuits

surreal and so subtle...

reckons the befallen

...ever urging

another exhale

tumultuous.

.....A Winter's poem...

© Ane M Galego 2003