Predawn walks

On moon lit paths.

 

Earth sleeps among

Twilight’s clouds.

 

Thoughts and feelings

Blur with dark wood shadows.

 

Familiar landscape lies hidden,

Feels strange and magical.

 

Mist rises off the river

Coating shoreline trees in shells of ice.

 

Broken ice floats away

To melt and join the sea.

 

Landscape changes with the approach of spring and

I leave the warmth of my cottage to witness.

 

Long sleep of the dark time loosens its grip

And the world stretches and awakens once again.

 

The dependability of the seasons never disappoints

bringing stability to my life and loves.

 

4/1/15

MC

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