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Monday, January 5, 2015

that which often whispers



that which often whispers

                                          by harlon rivers

frost heaves unbuckle
the frozen earthen trail ;
an uncommon crunching
breaks the silence
of the frozen winter woodland

unshodden footprints speak
in ancient earthen timbre ,
bestowing an awakening
primordial homage
heralding enlightenment ,
as daybreak’s tangerine rays
are cast over snowcapped majestic

song sparrows thrash and scour
organic vestige awaiting repurpose ,
foraging near pathway ahead ,
scattering the broken silence
aneath the venerable trees'
lichen latticed scaffold

their glistening
moss blankets enfold
an invigorating repose ,
that which often whispers
the sounds of silence ...

harlon rivers © dec 31st, 2014

daybreak observations from the last clear,
cold and crystalline dawn walk of 2014.
an ode to natural endings, 
renewal and forever beginnings...

#life   #nature   #thoughts   #conscious-moment   #presence  

2 comments:

SE Reimer said...

already loved the poem; this photo has got to be among the coolest sunset pics... ever (or is it sunrise?)! i absolutely love it, Harlon!!!

M. Catlett said...

A lovely poem of arising... you just gained yourself a reader, my friend.