A Shawl Time Lent

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The ticking pools the quietness

Of gathering skeins of time

And keeping quietly clicking

Knits peaceful solitude and warmth

 

Green and orange

Flashes of brown

Whirl

No murmeration

A whisper maybe

Fly quietly

Watching

But crisply underfoot

Ground down

Wetted and skeletal

And gone

 

Breathing quietly

At rest

Relaxed

For a moment

A second, an hour

Could be either or both

Bliss needs no timeline

And silence is warmth

 

The greening

The fruitfulness bursting

The harvest

The cold – blue grey and white

To the greening again

And the promise of light

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