Winter Slumber
rolling horizons season
holding life beyond what we see
when winter hangs in bare trees
silver branches bedding down in a hangover of lost green
beyond city limits, forests fall into slumber
waiting for a seasonal flip to loosen the grip of cold
huff and puffed winds cocooning one to a protective box
the hold of a robust time that loves its own white ruin
in this air of frigid authority, my life of reading to snoozing
a peaceful indifference like the weightlessness of wooing
free of complications
I have a soft spot for thoughts that drift to the mundane
like a lost mitten in the snow
maybe I'll keep the bedroom door shut and locked
till a warming April sun knocks its intrusion
slicing open a greener terrain
a garden that asks for seeding
for now, in these darkening days
shadows, like mob rule, carry their own power
readying slumber
folded in the margins of my book
its script of possibilities
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