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Mouse Tracks On My Drift

mouse tracks on my drift

now the long wait
for life to begin again
a lonely year 
closes the door
tinsel fades on boughs of green-no-more

snow pulls down the sky
scatters in dervish whirls.
each flake an individual
bent on its destiny to merge.
mute, silent ?as if all has ceased to exist

crowded by emptiness
easy slips the hour in my glass
drowned in sameness.
still, the tundra mouse 
goes about her business 
making a home.

januaryfree verse

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Pipping Stars

September 27, 2017 at 8:18 AM

here ... take this lint ... run little "tundra mouse" ... run ...

Patricia Cresswell

September 27, 2017 at 4:16 PM

In Spring we used to put out lengths of red wool for the birds nest building. Later we could walk through the forest and follow their nests. thank you for the lint soft and warm in the depth of winter.

Ralph Sergi

September 25, 2017 at 4:08 PM

Beautiful, Pat: You have brought a creature in existence That no one considers in the harsh climates.

Patricia Cresswell

September 27, 2017 at 4:14 PM

My husband used to leave sunflower seeds on their pats every morning. He was so gentle with animals. I am so lucky in the number of little wild creatures that surround here. There was a chipmunk once who became quite tame . He would run up my leg to check in my pockets. Cheeky. Thank you for your comment.

Silent One

September 25, 2017 at 8:46 AM

Great imagery Patricia.. seems cold..

Patricia Cresswell

September 25, 2017 at 9:29 AM

It was very cold that day. We are all huddling in the house and one of the tiniest creatures is out and about taking care of business. We are supposed to be apex lol.

Thvia Shetley

September 25, 2017 at 7:42 AM

I'll be in Montreal, then Toronto, in about three weeks but only for a few days then off the Denmark. I can't wait to get out of this Oklahoma heat and feel some real weather! Love this piece and your little mouse x

Patricia Cresswell

September 25, 2017 at 9:32 AM

I am definitely not a heat person. Safe home in your travels and thank you for your gracious comments.

John Fleming

September 25, 2017 at 2:41 AM

Even though you quite often write about what weighs upon you so heavily...there is always a slight glimmer of hope...a little, almost, at times, imperceptible upturn. Beneath it all you still see the beauty contained within the merest simplicity...for is that not the secret of life? To find great joy and contentment in doing even the most "ordinary" of things well? This was well done of you, Patricia Cresswell...very well done indeed! Sleep contently, Poet...for tomorrow is another newly fashioned day! :) john