Patience
I hear time
moving in the silence
streaming through
the alabaster and bone
of early winter woe
The messenger
converses with elements;
fire winks from water,
wind whispers through birch
and like the snow goose
I listen,
mingling my spirit
breath by breath
to recieve the messages
encrypted
in natures tongues.
Today,
the word is patience
and I am patient,
awaiting the message of preparation
that excites the earth
and inspires the birch.
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2009
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