The Shortest Day

The far off bird call

Of dwindling life

Comes screaming

Through the

Day time night

Of a dead winter’s hour.

No ticking clock

No chiming moments

Mark the none

Passage of day

To day to day to day.

Every sleeping minute.

Memory beneath the frost hewn earth

Dreams above the snow choked sky

All that was and all that will

Frozen within the Shortest Day.