from the beginning, through, and toward Dawn, the density, intensity of the Night Hours are not the same. Listening to distant dogs, coyotes, and in these days, the owl. They mark the hours. My deep sleep and wakefulness mark the hours. Winter.
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13 responses to “the intensity, the density, the weave of a Winter Night”
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Poetics in word and deed.
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I have not forgotten the universal language
more eloquent and expressive than our words.
A shivering of leaf, crawling moss, silence
of sunlight, rancor of rain, depth of night.LikeLike
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“What I take from my nights, I add to my days. ~Leon de Rotrou
gentle dayLikeLike
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Circles within circles … gentle endlessness … I like that
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magic !
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Winter…………
Three more days and the sun is returning, I cannot wait………LikeLike
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i am feeling it…a PULL, it’s so strong, so vibrant, loving what IS, this Night for really the first time ever, but also loving so much the Light to take me from the Loved Night, to pull me forward into Light…it is so BeautyFull, this dance, i have never loved it so much
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just life
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shivering of leaf
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the Nights now…so FULL and well, just so FULLL
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i feel them, these circles, they carry me
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just Life!
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it’s the night Before..now…tomorrow…tomorrow we go to the Light
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