Winter Water Music

The bones of the earth

Covered in moss -

Silent breathing

Soil life still churning.

  

Slipping out of form

Dissolved in formlessness –

Naked in soft winter rain.

Silence

Amidst white birch stems –

Ahh, no, the leaf carpet alive.

Down here

At the bottom of the cycle,

The bell rings

Then again –

Everywhere water droplets

Hitting the glimmering leaf carpet.

Black branches

Against the inky sky,

Arrow heads of deep ivy

Mosses and wood spurge –

No bird sound, just wind for now.

Wind music

Water music,

In the woods, late December.

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