Monday, January 4, 2010

january

there is a myth
that the woods
are quiet, silent,
the animals gone
shy, especially
under snow,
the stream
affected too,
slowed beneath
the ice above, but
it isn't so.
everything keeps
moving below
the frozen
surface, but in
a different way,
life, as does
love, adjusts,
just under the pale
of january.

1 comment:

lgsbowen said...

This is the one that I really, really like and you deleted my profound observation about the message it sends. This is a beautifully written, meaningful poem and I would wager that anyone who reads it would say, "that's right," or at least, let's hope it is.