As Winter Comes
Our streets are silent again tonight.
This malaise has its own way
of being hushed and soundless.
An absence of others around us
dawns deeper as each day passes.
We’re sliding inexorably into
autumn in this Southern Hemisphere.
We’d become so used to the sun
burning off clouds and weather,
that might have held us down.
Perhaps this year, as autumn fades
into winter, we might have to
pick each tree bare of dead leaves.
Come spring we may have to
sow them back again, tree by tree.
We’re being asked to find new ways
of being free in the world; within ourselves
and between one another.
We need to learn to take time
to speak out in uncommon ways.
We’ve spent so much time
forgetting what truly matters –
perhaps it’s earth that feels we have
significant things to remember,
reasons we have simply forgotten.
Why we are here? What did we
came for? Who we need to be?
How we can live into that?
Where we now need to go?
Answers to all of these are new.
Time and space is what we now have.
A chance that’s been created to wonder.
A chance to forget so much that
really doesn’t matter.
Will we take it, or simply wish our
way back to what once was?
Craig O’Flaherty
Published 29 March 2020