untitled - 4 December, 2013

Bare winter bone
with arms outstretched
Enshrouded in the white -
the cloth of resurrection's spring

© Eleanor Clark
4 December 2013

Stardust

Floating in a
sea of myriad
stars we search
for meaning.

We wait
and watch at
dawn and dusk -

Where shores
of death and life
in twilight dim
ebb slowly back
and forth

and carve their
hope into my
soul that reaches

back to aeons past
to worship with
the ghosts of
hopes and dreams
yet unfulfilled.

Eleanor Clark
24 November, 2013

Conversations

The words
we speak of
weather and
dates and when
I have to go -
seem rather
ordinary when
with every word
I want to whisper
I love you!
- which leaves
me weak-kneed
and wanting
to hold you
across the odd
5,000 miles
of ocean blue
that separates
the sky from
me to you.

© Eleanor Clark
23 November, 2013

Autumn Fire

As autumn coyly      

ushers in with
beckoning wind -
the winter's chill
embrace,

She tenderly
saps the green
from leaves
and leaves them
in her wake.

Arrayed in
passionate
flame from
her icy hand
they blush,

Blush to bloom
in fiery splendour
and burn -
burn themselves
to ash.

© Eleanor Clark
23 November, 2013