Winter Heath


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When better days have ridden

Their ribbons of mist under the dawn

Receding to the hollows

And hidden places they came from

We only lose ourselves in searching

For time’s wealth backward wound

But palliate in smaller comforts

That on snow-swept heaths are found

 

Going


Lift the heavens’ paper screens

When I turn my head

And let the bands of day presage

Roads running blue to red

Fool’s Gold


Few years taken that are not now caught

Beneath a moonsheen’ melancholy

And affrighted sunspots wherever smiles

Might be remembered

The heavens spun insensate and time

Was frittered away as light as dew

As if it too might come again

With every sunset

Yet red skies from the belfry sounded loss

And renewal came only in tales

Falling from pocket worlds

Offering escape

Hourglass


If only to slip through

This curving wall of glass

Wherein life turns and spills

Spills down the warming glass

And my wish beheld is granted

In pressing palms pressing on

Past the gleaming barrier

Made pliable and soft

I stand under the torrent

To breathe the passing sights

To marvel and to swift forget

How I watched from the outside

For I have gained the hourglass

Where shimmering sands fall

To bathe my feet, my hips, my neck

‘Til I do not breathe at all

Copyright Elizabeth Cook 2013

In the Dark


Slanted square of silver light

Stars falling through glass night

Myriad noises, house creaking

No heartbeat but a hand ticking

Dark hush, smell of suspense

The hour is late, the quiet is tense

When all starts— broken apart

By a cuckoo in the dark.

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook

Ethereal


I am a piece of falling light

Briefly I will light your eyes

All form is gone, and yet my

Body will brightly shine

Heart to heart and mind to mind

Can you tell, what am I?

Falling fire on angel wings

Or whisper of a buried dream

Am I desire of a silent heart

A wish that haunts you from afar

Falling faster, slipping away

Going as night goes to day;

Going as time moves its hand

The hourglass of golden sand

In seconds I am out of sight

A flash over the plane of time

I am a piece of falling light

Briefly I will light your eyes

You long for me, and yet I

Am falling even as I shine.

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook