“In the Hollow of Winter’s Twilight”

 

Untitled?, jkohut-bartels, 2006?, watercolor

 

A new and unsettled poem.  The imagery can be extended.

Lady Nyo

–

In the hollow of winter’s twilight

When the air is thin and pale,

Night creeps forth in shadows–

Overwhelms  the weary day.

–

I hear the scrape of sleet

Tattoo the frozen panes,

Feed up the fire

With spitting  pine–

And settle in the warmth.

–

The hound on hearth,

His body limp–snores,

No owl or deer entices.

He dreams of past  hunts,

Twitches still–

But now gives up the chase.

–

In winter’s stillness

Wounds will heal,

This solitude is welcome

The silence does immeasurable good–

This — the sanctuary of season.

–

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2010

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