Winter Unrelenting


A mystical mist of cold air and warm, of thin ice,

and reflections of snow maidens floating

freezing the air,

the river goes solid, surrendering.

And we behold the glory

of winter



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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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Whispering into the Woods


When I whispered into the woods today,

into the peace,

into the quiet waiting,

poems escaped

and prayers took shape lifting themselves

far beyond the tallest trees,

and I realized I was filtering

through the sunlight and the shade.

We need both really

to understand

our own

heart language.


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