Here it is March and we’ve had a long traditional winter. Frigid temperatures and endless snow, still, I love this season but I’m looking forward to Spring.
I don’t wish time away but a robin at my door or fleshy greens reaching for sunlight would be a welcome sight. Saying that, it’s supposed to be minus 20 tonight and I shovelled snow this morning; the season will give when it’s ready.
This week’s poem is called Road from my collection Horizon.
It celebrates the mythical faces in stone as you drive along a northern highway at dusk. It speaks of the beauty of tree roots in stone and how the Earth reclaims field and rail. It’s a magnificent process of renewal.
Fredrick Brooks - vocals/guitars and percussion
Joy Brooks - flutes and harmonies
Jeff Brackett - harmony
Mixed and Mastered at Down Da Stairs Studio - Fredrick Brooks
<Click here to listen to Winter>
Winter
Winter’s been long and hard
It’s the silence of these white days
With no robin at my door in song
To fly away
And I watch the children play
Their heads bowed low beneath the grey
And it seems our time is all but frozen still
Chorus
So rock be gently in your arms
And tell me stories how spring will come
I need the light on my face
And I see the great flock stretching far and wide
Their voices calling out in chorus
My Angel of mercy
Still the ground is harden fast
Captured by its frozen past
And soon the snow will fall
Chorus
©Fredrick Brooks
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ROAD
I remember this road,
Two lanes carved through stone
Granite angels roaming the precipice
Each wall haunted by mythical faces,
Clinging,
Staring into the shadows of imagination.
From the crevice of time
These walls have whispered their narrative
Voices a millennium-old
Drawing you deep into the heart of this land
Where great forests burrow their roots in stone
Where fields of weed and grass have reclaimed the rail
Their slow pulse of purpose beats here,
An allegory to the power of will.
©Fredrick Brooks
Thanks to Joy for introducing me to these faces.