Hush

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textures in the ice

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Down by the
Muted river
Where hoar frost grows thick

Winter blossoms
Swelling
In frozen embrace under

Trees undressed
And you and I
In so many layers

Still cold
Though our hands touch
Through thick mittens

We pause over frozen waters
As the raven flies above
And the snow around us is

Marred by the last tracks of elk
Only there can we hear
The cry of moving waters

With depth greater than
Words we share
That shatter the silence

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winter blossoms

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winter blossoms 2

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winter blossoms 3

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I read somewhere recently of the horse being the dolphin of the land
Then may I call this heavy frost the fish scales of winter

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winter blossoms 4

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winter blossoms 6

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If you walked with me now along the north facing slope, perhaps you’d never notice.

The snow from a few weeks ago has held, now dry and packed, we walk on top with our boots and take twenty steps before falling in. This aged snow now turning to these fascinating crystalline fields of frost. In the trees you might think it odd that the snow is dappled with pine needles. Scattered randomly like in a childs drawing of cows in a field. Do you know what that means? The trees above are dying. Beetle kills. Needles fall like rain drops in the wind.

Perhaps we stop by a live Blue Spruce. It would be a small one. The little ones have not all been taken. At least, not yet. We notice the aroma.

Sap. Sweet life. A smell I have almost forgotten. For now it is rare.

We stop and close our eyes and soak it in, the sweet breath of the tree, inhaling to the depth of our soul. And we smile.

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winter blossoms 7

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weed seed

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4 thoughts on “Hush

  1. Whenever I read one of your posts, I long to be in the middle of nowhere. I live in a busy metro area, but I am also reminded of the small beauty you can find anywhere, if you just pay attention. I’m so glad that I stumbled across your blog, as I’ve enjoyed your writing and thoughtfulness. I only hope that nature writers and poets are the precursor to more conservation – not destined to be historians.

  2. I agree. It’s so important to enjoy intimacy with the landscape. To echo TGS’s point, I think the people who will fight hardest to save the natural world must be those who know it well and love it — a real problem when so many kids, now, never even play outdoors.

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