jon
wynne
jon kirby
wynne
When the Green Man Sleeps
The Green Man sleeps
Beneath a frozen blanket,
The white shrouded world remains afar.
Quiet in the snow
His breath mists the morning,
Dreaming,
All is well
All is well.
Only the snow-filled spinning silence
Only the chill of a dying year.
Ice Maiden lights her crystal lamps
Sparkling on the snow
She dances
Whirling through the piercing air.
The White Hart of Winter runs
Unchecked through the land.
Trees slick and black
Dark arms upraised
Clutching at a December sky.
The green man is sleeping
Quiet in the snow
His breath mists the morning,
Dreaming,
All is well
All is well.
All will be well.
The Hare
At sunrise
I walk the chalk downs,
the great green hills
that ripple across the land.
The hedgerows quicken
in the growing light
and in his form The Hare
takes fright
Run little brother, run little brother
bless the morning take my heart with you
Run little brother, run little brother
day is dawning through the morning dew
Faster than the wind - keep running
across the fields of green - keep running
the hedgerows and the trees - keep running
so far away from me
By the gate I stop to watch
the clouds upon the distant hills,
Scattered raindrops catch the light
to form an arc of colour
Golden stubble snares the sun
and once again I see you run
Away little brother, away little brother
helter skelter out of sight
Away little brother, away little brother
chase the morning take my heart with you
Faster than the wind - keep running
across the fields of green - keep running
the hedgerows and the trees - keep running
till the day is through
I watch the seasons turn about
from summer sun to winter's chill
My footprints soften and fade like dreams
on winter's silent snow-clad hills
The pallet of the sky above (me)
stretches to forever
A shaft of sunlight strikes the trees
lifts the heart and stirs the breeze
as there upon the field
As one
we stand to watch the morning sun
Listen to me please - stop running
across the frozen fields - stop running
the silence and the trees - stop running
you carry my heart with you
And all around the hedgerows sing
and faint across the frozen hills
I hear the church bells sweetly ring
their matin chimes for you
Stay little brother, stay little brother
no need to run away from me
Stay little brother, stay little brother
no need to run away
Peace little brother
No need to run
Keep my heart with you
When Autumn Falls
When Autumn falls in golden tears
upon the forest floor
and bleeds the colour from the heather
on the distant moor
Then look for me
I’ll come to thee
and tell you of my heart.
When Winter moans about thy bower
and days are short but long the hours
and ice is gathered in the rill
and snow lies heavy on the hills
Then look for me
I’ll come to thee
and promise you my heart.
When blessèd Spring frees all at last
from Winter’s unrelenting grasp
and paints the fields with colour bright
and fills the trees with song and flight
Then come to me
Abide with me
I’ll steal away your heart.
But Summer’s Sun is hot and slow
the restless mind within me grows
I’ll walk upon the heath and hill
beyond the trees beyond the rill
to farther lands by distant seas
Then neither look nor call for me
For I will break your heart.
Accidental
I held you in my arms
and watched you slip away
to a land of peace and dreams,
And something within me died.
I could not go with you
nor hold you back,
for all my soft words
calling you to stay.
I chafed your skin
and smoothed your hair
but you were not listening
you were not there.
And now I wait alone
as sirens split the night
and beacons fly like angels.
Cloth of Gold
I came upon a cloth of gold
in autumn as I wandered
Ten thousand prayer-flags there unfurl’d
to make a wish for summer.
Ten thousand more beneath my feet
a royal carpet spread
But all the prayers could not recall
the summer that had fled.