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IN THE VULNERABLE SILENCE


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In the grey sky, tinged with morning pink
Vulnerable are the trees in silhouette
Naked against Winter’s austerity
Leafless against the bitter cold

Roots buried deep in the frozen earth
The life blood slowed in the quietude
Staunch in the willingness to wait
For the tilt of the Earth to call to Spring

Humans know none of this at their root
Such vulnerability to Winter’s quest
For silence and the slow beat of living
Wrapped in layers of cotton and wool

Skin is not like bark to a tree
No leaves for us to lose in wait to return
Nor does our root bury itself deep
No such attachment to one place

We are of stars and wander-lust
Held to gravity and ancient stories
Held to search for what settles our root
To this short stay on this blue marble

That for today, awakens to a grey sky
With a tinge of pink in sunrise
As this season of bitter cold cycles
in the reminder of vulnerable silence

by    jeanne adwani

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Just riding 
by the cornfields
Seven crows 
sitting 
in a silver tree

by
A.M. Salt

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SNOW


winter white

 

There is peace in snow.  All white and soft, delicate to the tongue.  There’s quiet to snow.  Sometimes I hear a deep silence that gives my breath a pause as I take it in with a slow inhale, feeling the chill grab at my nose as it fills me up.

The Earth calls it down in sparkle and intricate design to shelter the green for Spring.  Deepening the silence and inner time needed to rest, and hold still to the far reach of roots in the harbor of energy held to the core.

I imagine the winter of me held to my core’s fire. The red flow of blood pumping through all of me. That warm flame within nestled deep, holding energy in the quietude of my dreams and awaking.

Holding the awareness of vulnerability that is exposed in just Being naked and vulnerable to the elements as I let steep the fire of creation within me.  Waiting.

It is the snow that shelters the vulnerable.  All the white cold layers of protection in an illusion of austerity. For that is what the eyes perceive when life slows down to what seems a trickle and the fire within gives to a season of rest.

Snow gives completion to my season of quiet and peace.  Wrapped in layers that guard me from over exposure.  That remind me of the need to go within and find my solitude quietly brewing at my core of creative force.

I smell it coming.  I feel my body ready for winter white.

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