Tuesday, November 24, 2009

pulling back, hunkering down, going inward

closing off, laying low,
time for self reflection
winter brings it on
like a blanket of silence
patches of monochromatic colors
paths beaten down, then sealed in ice
animals taking on winter coats
glassy pools deep amber in shades
there is nothing and at the same time
there is everything
stillness, then
the abyss

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