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In the Forest

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #252.


Come, this anniversary of the winter nap
where the soft soil warms like stone
And the summer bears a rolling fealty
Weeping thunder above the ice
Shearing sleep from breathless bones.

Right now, I'm seriously behind on a draft for an early summer festival and struggling. Poetry might thin on the ground right now...but who can pass up the white wolf in the forest?

-- Chrissa

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  1. HelenMarch 25, 2023 at 2:57 PM

    Chrissa, this is beautiful ... glad you could not resist this guardian spirit.

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  2. FireblossomMarch 25, 2023 at 4:52 PM

    "Shearing sheep from breathless bones' Wow!

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  3. qbitMarch 25, 2023 at 6:28 PM

    “Weeping thunder above the ice” - beautiful!

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  4. robkistnerMarch 25, 2023 at 9:23 PM

    Wow Chrissa, wow! Love it.

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  5. Gillena CoxMarch 26, 2023 at 2:56 AM

    Bravo! Nice one.
    Happy Sunday

    Much💜love

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  6. AngelaMarch 26, 2023 at 10:30 AM

    Beautifully done 💞

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  7. JimMarch 26, 2023 at 7:31 PM

    I have never seen the shearing of sheep.
    I love the winter naps, nice in the poem, sounds inviting.
    Sounds like you might be working for a city or county
    and responsible for its seasonal festival. My son worked
    for the city of LaPorte (TX) and was in charge of the Halloween
    Festival, his favorite was the haunted house. Oh yes, was
    with the parks department.
    ..

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