A Winter's Morning Poem by Liam ó Comáin

A curtain of cloud
hinders perception
of light rain yet nearby
roofs confirms.

An experience
of melancholy
or as a morning
a depressive
phase of time
with a crow
in the distance
and the nudity
of a prunis nearby.

A time of
or near death
for the sap is stilled
the seed is dead
the land is nude
and barren...

A wake?
yet it is advent
a time of promise
of new life
symbolised
by the image
of a god child
in a manger.

As if to confirm
rays of light
penetrates the cloud
as a wood pigeon
streaks across
within reach of
naked branches
while the wind shifts
to paint rain drops
across my window pane.