Southern Indiana sleeps beneath the snow ___
Irascible drift
Mind surprise again white shroud
Sunlight crawls frozen in the
December hues of wind
Drift irascible slide
While sloshing footsteps
Travel homeward
The cold air howling in the
Pure white vision
Southern Indiana sleeps
Beneath the snow
Mind percolates the poem__
English breakfast steams
Long eight hours in feet
Mind percolates the poem
Another cold December morning steeps while lungs suck
Mentholated air
Another hollow Indiana night
Dreaming w machines
Love moans __
Long draining memory
Melted to silence
She whispers something coy
My hand trembles against her skin
The lingering taste of blackberries
On her lips
Revives this heart from last
Summer air
When in the embrace of night
Love moans
Sitting in the darkness of predawn__for the Goddess
Early spring on its way, barefoot walking across dew covered
Grass
I hear the Goddesses song arising like mist & fog
From the earth & water
Her voice resonating like cathedral bells
Within the heart
I sit in the darkness of predawn beneath a Catalpa
Tree playing a tin whistle
Trying to keep rhythm with the Mothers dance
While a small group of deer
Cautiously stroll by randomly looking each one
At the strange form from where the music plays
Integrating with the beauty of new life

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