The Dead of …
… winter, if that it be.
Sun shines so much I don’t know you see.
But the absence of little ones is telling to me.
Time spent in the garden used mostly to pee.
So no pix to post on this dark wintry night.
Crows only about that do take to flight.
Maybe a pic from the past is aright.
One from a world that can afright.
Time ebbs and flows, form comes and goes, how hard it sticks depends on a coupla tricks.
Tricks as in feeling for the bottom to clear out the mud, looking not thinking that settles the water, reaching with seeing to the emptiness above and beyond. Where there’s nothing to take or to give. Til the nothing I am in all things is all there is left, until …
Time ebbs and flows, form comes and goes …
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