Orion rises in the east and draws his bow
moonlight falls like feathers on the icy snow
in the winter, rabbit tracks are tentative —
they circle and return
the owl swoops in silent darkness
coyote wonders at the endless torrent of stars
Published in Winter 2025 issue of humanaobscura
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A peaceful piece eases a troubled heart. Thank you.
Thank you Michael. It’s been hard to write these days and this poem was challenging.
I can imagine. You did well.
Beautiful, sistah! At this point, I’d add democracy to this list of
tenuous things… it sure feels like we are on the way down…
Stay warm and well, sistah! xoxo
Kate
Thank you Kate! If only those who are so intent on pushing the capitalist agenda could learn to value and protect the simple things offered by our Mother Earth. ❤️🌎
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