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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

walking in the dark

“I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.”
― Stanley Kunitz
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walking in the dark
the air alive with night noises
coyotes laughing in the distance

an owl
hooting from somewhere
up high
pondering its next meal

and the crunch of deer
plodding through the crusty snow

the ground beneath is vague
and disappears
into blackness

I yearn for the sun
And I strive toward the light
ready for the gift of dawn

and the newness of the coming day

yet I am not alone in this great darkness
the owl, the deer, coyotes are there
so too the hawk who silently swoops

there is life here,
vibrant and powerful
echoing in the dark

we need not fear the dark
nor the starkness of the dawn

for life is woven into both
the darkness and the dawn

we are never
alone

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