Burden
Burden of the snow
on the Cedar, heavily 
laden,
bent-
No, not bent out of shape, not unseemly
just bent in a
sadness, burden of the thoughts of you-flits in-
some days
I am bent with a sadness
burden of the thoughts of you, Cedar heavily laden; 
you write to me, when least anticipated,
out of the blue  
"a voiceless song in a timeless light sing at the dawn the day, flying birds are calling were the heart moves the stones" things that bring flickers of light to the emptiness of our lives; 

Shantha Hulme 
#light

#poems #stanzapoetica #GPlusrefugee #voiceless #timeless