Winter Lament 1995

In stark nudity Baring her soul she reaches out The fine twigs in deep humility Her need and hunger dare to shout Stripped of all her camoflage:- Gay leaves bouncing in the wind Covering the grey twigs: her enterage For what season and what reason? Has she sinned? Now is the winter of her discontent Longing for the warmth of autumn intimacy It's a wild uncontrolled winter lament Unreasoned unseasoned Un-clemancy'd