18 January 2020

Dancing With The Stars

Early morning after
a late night snowfall,
starlight before sunlight:

Leaning into each other,
two whirlwinds of snow
dance cheek-to-cheek
the empty field's parquet,
before turning to two-step
down the dead end road
into oblivion.

An eagle sits atop a red pine
back on the ridge
behind the house;
across the dancers' ballroom
a raven alights on a white pine,
jawing, complaining, cajoling,
all who listen.

The pines whisper their eternal
secrets, the eagle silent, the raven
vociferous, the morning star left
to judge.

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