In Quiet Moments

Late years can't take

facing crouched snows,

spirit hatched facility

left heart to repose,

softly somewhere safe,

not like leaves buffeted

feeling severity of cold,

wandering glow flickers

bathing rooms in still rest,

weary deep yawn...those

silent thoughts as world

recedes to smooth music,

flames extinguished

gazing patiently,

accompanied by turn

of breath now free,

wanting to consume

insatiable yesterdays

as passing changes

meet in winter air,

cultivated patterns

of spiky snowflakes

in winter storms,

variabley unsettling;

blankets me from

unaquainted view,

old shoulders once

swooped easily,

now for whom

must come truth;

crushed and buried

in mouths rising,

ignoring painful

contradictions,

withdrawing

further into self.

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