Tuesday, December 06, 2011

In a frozen jungle


Breathe into thin air and draw a circle
around the good and the bad
colours that mingle
into flakes of white snow

I heard of fairy tales in a frozen jungle
where trees talk
to each other about birds

They ascend and disappear
carry feeble birds with frozen wings
when it is too cold to sleep and sing

One tree fell into the middle
another lifted its roots
to go and find a black carpet
underneath which white snow
could be hidden from migrating birds

He never came back and
the tree in the middle
opened its trunk and closed it
when storms grew heavy