"Running in the Winter silence" by Helen Openshaw

Running in the Winter silence,

The season holds its breath.

The sky,

A wrapping paper blue

Gifts us a perfect Winter scene.

Ice decorations hung in a promise

Of a Christmas card moment.

We breathe, pain forgotten,

The cold too, will pass.

Mist hangs in the valley,

Darkness capturing the shadows,

the gifts we bring making it light.

The egg yolk sun spills its promise,

There are better days to come.

Helen Openshaw is a Drama and English teacher from Cumbria. She enjoys writing poetry and plays and inspiring her students to write. Words in Green Ink Poetry magazine, Words and Whispers magazine, The Madrigal, Fragmented Voices, Forge Zine, Acropolis Journal and The Dirigible Balloon magazine. She has just had her first chapbook, 'A Revolution in the Sky', published by Alien Buddha Press.

Twitter = @pocket_rhyme