low cloud
my mind enters
its limits
torpid sun
the shadow of me 
bends to my will
unborn babe,
do you breathe also
your absence?
darkness wavers
at its lowest ebb
solstice night
9pm and still
the sun's light
advent ends—
an unapproachable light
enters the tent
blessed be he
who gives his blessings
the light he sees
in the mud of the mundane
shall be his inheritance
boxing day
my eyes squint between
here and now
longer days— 
my eyes zero in on
the milky way
crackling ice— 
vapour infused gin
cools the sun