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POEM: A Dead Winter Stillness

Posted on June 5, 2020 by B Gourley

a faintly unnerving stillness burdens the forest

-not a beast scurrying or digging

-no birdcalls of alarm or affection

frost glitters on the rooted earth when the sun cracks through the clouds

but then falls invisible,

leaving that black soil unadorned

what do the hidden creatures smell?

what do the birds that pass silently over this forest know?

4 thoughts on “POEM: A Dead Winter Stillness”

d.a.simpsonwriter on June 5, 2020 at 7:43 pm said:

“…burdens the forest…” wonderful!

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- B Gourley on June 5, 2020 at 8:16 pm said:
  
  thanks
  
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  - d.a.simpsonwriter on June 5, 2020 at 8:19 pm said:
    
    You’re very welcome.
    
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  - d.a.simpsonwriter on June 6, 2020 at 4:30 pm said:
    
    You’re welcome
    
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