SEASONAL
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Cy Dillon
By Cy Dillon
Published on 05/3/2002
Yes, I have held to the calm sterility of winter
The peace that is near death
Near nothing
When the short days leave time
For watching Orion
On his silent stalk across the night
When the frantic rush of life is hidden
Just below the frost line
In the patient dark
Old bones carry the memory of earth
But the flesh on them knows only motion
Moving like always
Toward the light it loves.
Copyright © Cy Dillon, 2002. All Rights Reserved.
Yes, I have held to the calm sterility of winter
The peace that is near death
Near nothing
When the short days leave time
For watching Orion
On his silent stalk across the nigh
The peace that is near death
Near nothing
When the short days leave time
For watching Orion
On his silent stalk across the nigh
Yes, I have held to the calm sterility of winter
The peace that is near death
Near nothing
When the short days leave time
For watching Orion
On his silent stalk across the night
When the frantic rush of life is hidden
Just below the frost line
In the patient dark
Old bones carry the memory of earth
But the flesh on them knows only motion
Moving like always
Toward the light it loves.
Copyright © Cy Dillon, 2002. All Rights Reserved.