January 20, 2018

Before first light
The world is blown
Into existence.
Announced by the
Garden chimes forgotten
In the Fall gathering.
This world is cold,
Covered in snow.
Still, the young
Birch and beech,
Bare of leaves,
Bow in gratitude.
They have learned
Their manners well.
Manners of support
In changing harmony.
When the sun peeks
It appears unconcerned,
But we all know better.

Categories Poems

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