The world is changing,

The world is changing,

Even mountains move.

Every day the road ahead

Can take a different turn,

And the skies above

Grow darker.

The river

We need to cross,

Flows on,

But keeps on growing wider.

So many travellers

Lose their way,

In its endless stream,

Feet go out from under,

And with barely

A splash

To mark the fall,

They flounder,

And are carried to the sea.

Are they lost

For good and all,

Anymore than you or me.

And in Daily missive for Monday the 24th of November.

Frozen fingers

Turn to stone

So easily.

A warm heart

Touched by ice,

Can be as cold

As marble.

A smile,

With just a twist,

Becomes a frown

And reaching out,

Too far,

Too soon,

Can bring you down.

On a cold day

The world

Crackles,

Crystal crisp.

And needless,

Discarded air,

Exchanging heat,

Freezing feet,

Mists the eyes,

Blinding the way.

It is all to easy

To carry on,

Trustingly,

When the way ahead

Is familiar,

But chance encounters

Need clear sight.

And when

Senses are numbed,

If bone meets stone,

It is all too easily

Shattered,

Breaking even the

Coldest heart.

Turning the ice

Into a million

Tiny tear drops,

Frozen in mid air.

And unless they

Melt in the sun,

As even

The bleakest,

Coldest days

Begin to warm,

They might hang,

Suspended there,

Forever.