todd doney trees
Todd Doney – Trees


The days that spend you

subdue you like evening light,

worn out hours surrendered, poured,

yearnings yielded, visions bare

as barren winter branches where

solemn birds alight to pick clean last colour

from brittle bone.


Then suddenly, from nowhere and everywhere a flush

of sunlight shakes the boughs awake. rifling rays

fray haunted clouds, unravel dormant dreams

streamed with ashes and dust on overcast floors,

miscellany, paper trails,  broken jars,

sink peelings, laden stairs, burdened, heavy, unconscious things.


And there the stark clay earth,

kiln fired to gold and trembling,

wakes naked and sinless.

A newborn, startled from sleep.