Hibernation

Calling back that vital force

(it’s life)

Snugged into self soft and tight

(it’s life)

Condensed and quiet beating heart

(it’s life)

Withdrawn in song and strife

(it’s life)

Steady centered solo sleep

(it’s life)

To lick the wounds and rest

(it’s life)

Await for spring’s warm breath

(it’s life)

Ghostly shading forest paths

(it’s life)

Silent midnight flying owl

(it’s life)

Bring wisdom to my dreams

(it’s life

From rain to creek to river stream

(it’s life

Torrents of cleansing water sheen

(it’s life

New sprouts to burst again

it’s life

While winter freezes over

This heart a little worn

Will rise slowly in the rising sun

Will increase pace and run

I touched the sun

How dangerous

I touched the sun

How droll

I sleep through winter cold

And in the spring unfold

I live in my imagination

For this season, hibernation

For this reason, incantations

Chanting gently through the night

It’s life with suffering and pain

It’s life with joy and happiness

Cycling through the ever changing

Landscapes of this life

Daily Poem 11/3/2020

The wind whispers and the

Trees let loose their

Gowns

Dancing naked in the chill

Waiting for their cloaks of snow

Their bark is bold and firm

Roughly hewn in texture

Tattooed patterns of the past

Etched into superficial

Markings of their growth

At their feet in golds and reds and orange

Spill the fabrics of the summer

With branches ready

Reaching

They will move to winter’s tempo

Be it soft, and slow, and snowy

Or in waves, and sheets of sleet

In the deepest cold and rain

Incased in icy sheaths

The trees will dream of spring

Dream of spring

Of rising greens and budding leaves

Of dresses full and twirling

In the warm winds of the hopeful

Buoyancy of summer