Both were written around Christmas. I really should get down to writing moar.
"Night Air"--December 24th, 2012
Night swirling colours in the fireplace,
violet, navy, warm ember bright
the bustle, the warmth of the flames
an owl outside, the stars above he sees
in the silver light, beyond the trees
beyond the cliff, below the sparkling valley
streetlights dash on for ages
"Mundane"
I am mundane.
No cheering crowd awaits me.
No high-tail to the sun.
The lavender fields abandoned long ago
Left to overgrow, live, wilt, with the changing of the seasons.
Still stars above, the ancient realms
Can only see and come to know
What lies between the stone walls
The lavender fields, neatly aligned
Tattered only from the changing of the seasons.
Crickets chirp just beyond the hard, stone-cold gate, their words inexplicable
No crop circles, not a single spider web
I am mundane.
There is nothing to brag
Nothing to call my own, do not expect a show.
But the dazzling breeze, the bright lights
Don't bat an eyelash. There are fields of abundance nearby.
But not here.
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