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Winter Root
Don Hynes
Oct. 19, 2012
Rain settles like a wet glove,
the air silver with fog,
ground beginning to soften
after the long summer drought.
I finally sleep, my body waking
with the gravity of stone,
peace like an old friend
come to visit with unspoken kindness.
As leaves let go I begin the drop
to winter root; no hurry to the pace
governed by rain and cool air,
falling from high branches
toward earth’s russet blanket
and the dark ground of being.
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