There was a
Cold rushing
Wind from
The North West
Then stillness
Silence
Waiting
Grows ice
Alas for
New growth
Alas for
Spring animals
Awake too soon
Roots bide
In silence
Seeds and tubers
Orient themselves
Without discussion
When the thaw
Soon arrives
Foliage and flowers
Will drape
Themselves in
Black extremity
A widow’s lace
Across my garden
Bear — January 7, 2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
The temperature is dropping ten degrees Fahrenheit, per hour. Care for your animals, and friends, and relatives, and the helpless, and yourselves, as much as you are able. Please.
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IS EVERYBODY HERE by Walela