Thursday, November 19, 2009

winter poem

silent wild fury
    descends from deep heights
quiet I stand
    made of secrets
    woven of desire fear music stories
    almost blind
    wonder at the grand firs
    pressed down with white
    so weary of the weight
at a slight wind
    powder cascades
        from some high branch
        in a silent explosion
    a salty tear
            born of cold
            born of wonder
            born of secret pain
            born of mystery like the stars
        washes its path down my whitened face

I move on through the thick deep silence

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