Helen Trevillion
My Winter
winter wakes from a dream cast in opalinewhere summer lies like a ghost in our memoriesand our world, darker now, wears a humble gracemy winter, so quietly alivesilhouettes of the trees dress the sky in laceacross a watery sun melting through the hazeand as I walk I feel the buzz of electric coldon my skin, I drink it in, I drink it inand now I am walking alone, down the same worn streetthat strangers walk down, alone, without a word to methe brief exchange of a smile as we pass each other bya sweet exchange of sweet belongingand in the faces of those who we know so wellgentle warmth brought to life in the numb pearl-greyand we don't need to speak, only listen to the worldpoetic world - there is nothing more than thisand in these moments we breathe this simplicitydiscover fragments of love half-remembered, whenall we knew was the sound of her heart beatingand it said, "you are loved, you are safe, you are safe."so here I am, and here we are, here to do our partto figure out who we are, what we have to giveand with our words sew the sound of her heart beatingand let it sing, "you are loved, you are safe, you are loved."
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