sensed like storm

i know the light
of these windows, the
first frost of
this grass

there is never separation
from self-knowing
never respite from memory - sited

the movement
of vixen and wing are sensed like storm
the filtering of leaf
from shadow is directly
logged as new

these woods
still shelter my heart, their words
recorded by season
the northern sky
lights as snow marks
my step

there will be
conversations tonight and
the matching of fire, there
will be dreams as
one gathers the remainder
of all laughter before
emergence of
fate, and

awareness of today

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012

posted for Magpie Tales and Open Link Night

I was raised on a farm surrounded by the woods of central Minnesota...this painting takes
me home...bkm