It's quiet again
friends come and go
now it's just me
and the snow
Icicles melted together
form a curtain
I want to be them
connected, clear, patient
Constantly in contact
with the mother
recycling and always giving
nourishing wisdom in harmony
In the big houses across the lane
smoke wafts from chimneys
Here the heat rises from the floor
which is cold my cottage rests on stilts
I will open my book and read
another's thoughts for a while...
A.S. 1/16/11
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