Winter Cave
WINTER CAVE
In the dark, hearken to the swooshing trees.
Everything varies in the ebon-light.
Squirrels and foxes do not collaborate.
The swirl of red fur and the howl of coyotes
like dancing of the Northern lights.
Artificial illumination inside the Winter cave.
Television-dusk relaxes the limbs
and a wall-switch electrifies my dreams,
as the ceiling stars bid goodnight.
10/16/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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