Friday, February 3, 2012

Still Another poem about the seasons ....

Unfrozen winter
though the January darkness is deep,
seeping over the late afternoon
and into the night

Mineral stars
soggy earth releases animal smells
of old elephant hides and dung,
redolent pungency of cats
alert on the hunt

In this northern eve
scent of the earth
while I am just plodding through routine
enjoying the unbroken spell,
expanding into softer time,
this year still tinged with initiative

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