POST 131: crows, snow, survival, hot tea, Maine, artist, poet, fire

by Carol Bass

THE CEDARS STAND COMATOSE

as the monstrous snow blanket
approaches from the northeast heavens
closer and closer

heading for this dried stick landscape
where hope perches with the red berries
at the edge of the field
and movement comes catching its breath

I feel FEAR and LOVE
burrowing deep down together
in an old rabbit hole

3 ebony crows
fly close by
their black blood dots
still searching for a kill

LOVE boxes FEAR
all night
deep with the warm rabbits

then in radiance
everything emerges
from the wet earth
giggling
and dancing in the snow

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