Limits — A Poem

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“Limits” — C.Birde, 11/18

 

Concealing,

revealing in equal turns,

the length and breadth

of night extends

its reach,

paints the lonesome

oaks —

bereft of leaves —

in silence…

Feeling our way

to the edges of that

darkened,

incurious landscape —

heeding, perhaps,

the dormant promise

of dreams and rest and

contemplation —

we hold aloft spheres

of shivering,

self-limiting light,

fearful of what we might

discover.

 

— C.Birde, 11/18

 

2 thoughts on “Limits — A Poem

    • Thank you, as always 🙂 It seems there is a direct correlation between our hectic activities and the decrease of daylight hours…when maybe (just maybe?) it might be best to s l o w down 😉

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