Thursday, November 24, 2016

Winter's Quiet Zone

We enter winter's quiet zone
with grey and feathered wisdom in our hands
a fine soft promise
that floats on the wind
an angel's tufted down
the brittle bones of the hereafter
assembled in a crone's scepter
cupped in dry fingers
with translucent glowing skin.
A breath will carry it away.
Attend and notice now.

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