Acorns

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In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,

in the silent barreness

of our woods underground 

bumble bees draw close,

and chipmunks remain silent,

praying for a blanket

of snow, and to remember

where their acorns

lay hidden.

     

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As Chipmunks Burrow a Little Deeper

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A shifting drift on the mountain ridge maneuvers

as a fresh layer of frozen white settles into the Earth.

The bluest of blue skies seems to hold in the coldness,

as chipmunks burrow

a little deeper, to escape the cold

and the watchful eyes of the hawk perched high

in the pine trees.

    

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As the Snow Fell Quietly

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There was a presence in the trees, as the snow fell quietly

it nearly took his breath away, this presence counted his scars,

and then there were none

as if he looked back

as a survivor

that could see the air now

a presence that held him

still, he remembered it suddenly

as if it were light.

Yes,

it was called

peace.

      

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