Awake/Anew

Awake.
Unburdened neath downy darkness,
Tumultuous slumber kept.
A flicker o hazy lids creep to upon some scape.
Small light be true?
Tis and nigh the glimmer shines reveal the sky,
and all the ominous chill,
Grey.
Twixt silver, white and enveloping black,
Wintry silence inlaid with nature's shrill filigree,
the birds, the birds.
Yonder and about,
Through yesteryear's stony columns,
Neath rooftop, o'er tile,
the chamber fills, bright as the moon,
So long from my eyes her face declined,
Anew.

A poem from earlier in the year.