FOURTH CORNER-STONE.
Blowing down powdersnow from a pine branch
onto cold, light grey shadows; in the wilderness
(The verge of the ground a reminder of Our gathering.)
Gently gave Water and Wind Life to the cloud
meanwhile snow journeyed in a concern to remain
upon forest hills stones; to be glanced towards the edge
(Finding Now in the stillness,
in a fleeing movement:
All gone and awaiting time.)
Somewhat hesitant break runnels through the ice,
somewhat insolent, asking: When do We reach Home?
This so grievously lovable clarity’s Winterglade
is surely leaving its Answers in the abstruse
alike streamcaressed stones over the creeks have stayed
in the frozen years
Demand our new freedom, as all other time is stricken.
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-09-10 at 15:13
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FORDABLE PLACE
Blowing down powdersnow from a pine branch
onto cold, light grey shadows; in the wilderness
(The verge of the ground a reminder of Our gathering.)
Gently gave Water and Wind Life to the cloud
meanwhile snow journeyed in a concern to remain
upon forest hills stones; to be glanced towards the edge
(Finding Now in the stillness,
in a fleeing movement:
All gone and awaiting time.)
Somewhat hesitant break runnels through the ice,
somewhat insolent, asking: When do We reach Home?
This so grievously lovable clarity’s Winterglade
is surely leaving its Answers in the abstruse
alike streamcaressed stones over the creeks have stayed
in the frozen years
Demand our new freedom, as all other time is stricken.
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 107 times
Written on 2023-09-10 at 15:13
Tags Stillness Time Awaited
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