Just a few words about Winter

This is not meant to be offensive - so sorry if it gets up anybodies "faith" nose - just somedays it feels god is just too big a part of the overall scheme of things and then I have days like this............


A Moment in a winter Park

And when the trees began to cry
He would stride with air in his lungs
Smiling at the blue blue skies above his head
Reaching out to rearrange the clouds
Making puppet plays out of the Altocumulus undulates
His trainers squeaked on the path
His jeans swished as his thighs rubbed
his breath spiralling from his mouth, dancing and alive
his eyes sparkling, ice ready and sharp
he owned his walk
all he saw filled every hole and every pore
and he felt blessed
in that beautiful moment in a winter park
when he realised that for once
god was his b*tch for the day