Another Year

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Interesting - the mark off of time - numbers and ticks of the man-made clocks - the record keeping. I more enjoy the change in the smell and feel of the air as the world spins.

 

Changing daylight
through naked branches,
leaves on golden ground,
earth and sky silent in this
spin-through-space dance,
these dream-longer nights
that wrap mine
in winter blankets.

Spring awaits
in hidden roots,
her soundless wisdom
patient as children
playing hide and seek,
abiding timeless rules.
Summer promises
warmer days.

But now
winter air is filled with
smells of fireplaces,
sounds of cinders cracking
ice-like on thin frozen
too long ago
childhood memories.
How fast the embers cool.

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©
david coyote
February 8, 2002

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