today trotting the snowy
fields, sugar powdered greens,
the sky pink and metal blues,
slow snowflakes melting
on skin and fur, horse
and me, all beauty is
for feeling through and
through, in moving and
in touch, in seeing,
in opening, beauty
no concept but purest joy
given to us by grace
with this my day and
your voice from far
i will sink and melt,
sleep in this silence
of deep listening,
in the wind of souls,
out of my mind,
under ice, in the soil.
winter takes us inside,
covers traces, past,
we learn to forget
dreaming awake.
tomorrow grows
under the frost,
holding its breath.
and now we sleep.
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