All I know
Is this is a winter I don’t know
All the crow know
Stand’n on open leaf
Cock’n head in disbelief
Is this winter she don’t know
All the wind know
Blow’n cold away
Leave’n us warmth to stay
Is this winter he don’t know
But once knew
But didn’t need to steal our snow
For
All them birds know
Chatt’n on open branch
Wait’n for buds and springs
Is this winter they now know
They’ll be waiting a long time
All I know
Is this is not the winter I knew
Posted in response to the challenge My Plea.
We stood at the entrance of a new age.
Past a garden of all we had ever known,
We found the gate.
Past what we were meant to know and created to be.
She wrote until her fingers carved groves in the silence and spoiled the blankness before. Then, she turned to each surface left unwrote and sang. The birch trees wept as she tore back the bark to reveal stories beneath.
I await you in the open grass–
The rolling plains roam my mind
Dark-swept winds ride the horizon–
Damp with the promises you left unanswered
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