2.25.15 Unrepentant Into The Light

Winter illuminates

that which would not

be seen, heard

Steam billows from 

pipes , chimneys; the 

mesmerizing  dance now 

white against the  sky

A dove caught by a

young hawk, the patterns of large

wing tips as intricate as fingers 

pressing their lineage 

down into snow  , the blood 

crimson against glistening white

The tracks of the coyote, of the

weasel revealed , or the

moment an owl 

captured this mouse 

it’s exuberant error made

skittering across  the

snow late last night

Here, in your own days there is

much remains unseen, until a

flu brings you down or a

cold night kicks over your furnace

And then, suddenly, so much is

dragged unrepentant into the light







                                                                                                                    T 2.25.15