Hibernation

Hibernation

We build our nests in the dark
Tiny cramped spaces
Stuffed into corners
Pressed up against the windows
Wrinkled articles of clothing
Fuzzy inflatable pillows
Coats and jackets
A blanket if we’re lucky
Barely covering our heads and faces
Tucking in our arms and hands
Curled up tight like squirrels
A stray leg or foot sticks out
Blocking the path
Between the rows
Winding through our sleep
While swaying on the rails
Another long restless journey
Through the night
On the train for home

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end of the day

end of the day

end of the day
evening settles
light fades
birds softly converse and discuss their boundaries
no wind
not even a breeze moves the leaves
waiting for darkness
and greater expanses of silence
to carry us
through the stillness
of night

mornings

mornings

I love the damp spring mornings
when dew forms on the grass
car windows sweat beads of moisture as the sun rises into the sky
tin roofs send rain off the edges
a curious sight against the cloudless backdrop of clear blue

fire

fire

the smell of smoke is heavy in the air
stretches of prairie lay dark and naked to the sky
small mounds of sand bulge from the earth
bristly tufts of blackened stalks
brittle white bones scattered in small groups
that vaguely represent the life that once held them together
a deer
a rabbit
maybe a stray cat
small land snail shells
and the twisted remnants of a snake are revealed
after the tangle of eight foot grasses and flowers have died
and settled beneath the snow and wind
becoming dry tinder for the fires that bring new life to the landscape
where tiny green sprouts are already beginning to show