Saturday, January 17, 2009

January

January is a month of bones:
Skeletons that rise from the soil and shake
In the bone-grating shriek of wind, or keep quiet, 
Save for the creaking of joints;

Save for the breaking of limbs,
The grinding of body against earth with 
A sharp cuuurunchhh. 

January is a month bones:

Silent stirrings beneath the soil,
Sighs above it. 
And everywhere a stillness
Before the world shakes off its slumber 
To the Sun

Where it lies close and deep,
safe, asleep. 
Resting soul of the seasons. 

January is a month of bones. 

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