Hopes of Heaven

This is my first, and perhaps my last, attempt at free verse.

One day I  shall shake my body free
like a dog that's soaked.

"You are nothing,
but a pack of cards"
said Alice.

And the trash
and the burdens
shall fly away
and all that remains
will be sweet purity.

February Sonnet

A little longer lies the light, as day
Declines in harmonies of red and blue.
A little sweeter music, robins play
As thoughts of love, despite the cold, come through.
The frozen earth shall not forever hide
The beauties now within its breast concealed,
But through its bars triumphant life must ride,
With green, green spike and pure white drops revealed.
And higher soars my heart, much greater far
Than those great depths of dismal winter's thrall;
The spring now comes. Its coming none can bar.
For this, the grey and cold was worth it all.
And with another spring comes deeper peace.
With greater years, my joy knows sweet increase.

Peter M. Grinham 4th February 2010