Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Encountering Winter

 I walked out into the morning

deliberate in my intent to encounter

winter in its bleakness

gray light bare branches

dried up brown leaves clinging to vines

this is not the white winter I came for

but the flat season that came for me

then a familiar soft sound 

turned my head in another direction

white bird in the land of enchantment 

appears within seconds 

his hello accompanied by rustle of wings

we exchange greetings across species

he brings the wild 

the uncertain

the mystery 

close

he brings all this like the shroud of cold air 

someone brings inside 

from the facts of winter

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