Drive away the silence
Lost in the gloom
No breeze to blow away the fog
It settles
Twists it’s tendrils round
Brain and imagination
Crack wide the world open
Hear the birds sing
Shrilly cutting through the breaking dawn
Ice cold calls grating on the chalkboard of the mind
Long for the wind to come
To clear out the grime, the scum, the milk glass
And let in the warm cashmere of
Clear thinking days