Survival

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A wake of hope carries the moon’s descent

to ride off from the cold sun of winter’s promise.

 

Is it the cold that slows the squirrel’s journey up,

or, their strife of yesterdays’ feast of stowed summers.

 

The nip of hope, and the sting from the unknown

stand as cold air in a windless day of frozen temperatures.

 

Yet, the move of the hours will re-ignite the heavenly stars,

biding rest, to the weary feeling full of the day’s survival.

 

©  CMM  2012

 

 

Days End

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Speckled spaces of sparse

 

clouds, covered captures of

 

shadows as shining sunset

 

peers in private perfection.

 

Lowering lights of last

 

twilights tempting timing

 

calls carefully a christened

 

day of dreams and doubts.

 

 

Ó   CMM   2012