New Year Wishes
Winter Forest
It is quiet and slow in the winter forest, at the dawn of this New Year. Stop and breathe for a moment. Join me as I walk the Winter Labyrinth; she is wearing her subtle colors and the song of the wind is low, sweet. I pause, reach down and….
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Winter ~ Slow ~ Quiet
In winter dawn’s pure
shadowless light
mountain’s north face
shapes emerge, recede.
Her slow pace stops
she bends
holds in her palm
the smooth
flat hip bone
last winter’s venison
weathered to a richly
embroidered surface.
She sees synaptic deltas
of her mind
reflected in bone’s
fractalline calcium terrain.
Fingertips trace
its ivory in
ever repeating
diminishing
patterns.
She gazes soft, open.
Its infinite living form
refracts outward
visible in forest’s
fine tapestry
stone, mycelium, bark
Her branching
veins, arteries
are reiterated
in bare winter’s
intricate, eloquent limbs
in reindeer moss
etched by crystals of frost
and velvet lichen
grown chocolate brown
on walnut trunk’s
north side.