Poem

in frost-laiden dark we wander through
searching for light in winter

and unnoticed by human eye stars roll, slow
and shine on a homeless shed

where migrants like animals are found together
waiting for the world to be shamed

not for a room they will never have
or the promise that is never named

but with a story that cuts deep in the world
deeper still than winter

of unfilled dreams, unwelcomed hope
broken nights and bitter

this story has a name called love
found weak and in a manger

’yet to be’, the only line
in darkened season winter