In the Winter Now
In the Winter Now
by Teak Kilmer
It is in the winter now
When I must walk the path within
Softly must I walk, so
I can hear my story
Slowly walk, so I may
comprehend
With temperatures of
degrees far too few
And photons so few and
so obtusely angled
And I, by illness
long, easily brought to chill
I am locked within
with only silence and
Whisperings of the
ancestors to teach and comfort
Guide and nudge my
rocking chair
No rivers here, no
birds’ songs, no breezes
Telling me stories
about truth, about mystery
I must rather recollect
these and remember too
The present, the gift
most precious
And its peace that
holds me dear
A quiet poem.
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