Night In January

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My home is a house
Amongst forest trees.
This night the trees
Are silent.
They do not creak,
Nor sigh.
The owls are quiet.
The horse is quiet.
The Guineas are
Not complaining.
No one speaks.
I hear the stars singing
Of their eternal journeys.
The brightening moon
Illuminates clouds,
Sand and water
In silvery blues.
The trees cast
Golden shadows.
All else is mystery.
Behind my eyes
Is night.
I whisper of
What I feel.
Your voice answers
Telling me of
Your wants that
Are needs.
Behind my eyes
Is night.
Behind my eyes
Sleeps black darkness.
Golden shadows
Outline my
Cold blue hands.
The trees
Remain silent.
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Bear … 01.19.2016
ⓒBearspawprint2016

 

 

 

 

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Morning in the Woods

Saturday Morning in the North East Florida Woods, January 17  , 2015

Saturday Morning in the North East Florida Woods   January Facing South East ⓒBearspawprint2015

Saturday Morning in the North East Florida Woods January Facing South East ⓒBearspawprint2015

Silent

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Winter light
Neither waxing
Nor waning
Unmoving
Cold behind
Silver mist
Ungloved
Hands cupped
Holding
Unformed wishes
Dreamy nacre
Soft for
A moment
Then gone
Nowhere
Iridescence
Imagined
Sound muted
No whispers
No songs
Still
Quiet
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Bear … 01.11.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Cold Wind From The North West

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