the solstice is a'coming in, ring out, ring out, solstice bells
as I stepped out under the stars
sudden silence
black, and frost, and midnight
just the wheel of the world
going round over my head
just space
black space, like rhythm
the space between the notes
the breath before the song
huge space, big as an indrawn breath
the stars shape the space into stories
draw breath at midnight
and feel them catch in midwinter's throat
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I AM SINGING THE COLD RAIN
A Cheyenne Poem
I am singing the cold rain
I am singing the winter dawn
I am turning in the gray morning
Of my life
Toward home.
A Cheyenne Poem
I am singing the cold rain
I am singing the winter dawn
I am turning in the gray morning
Of my life
Toward home.
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solstice
music was still ringing in my ears
as I stepped out under the stars
silence
sudden silence
black, and frost, and midnight
just the wheel of the world
going round over my head
just space
black space, like rhythm
the space between the notes
the breath before the song
huge space, big as an indrawn breath
the stars shape the space into stories
the stories hang there in the stars
draw breath at midnight
and feel them catch in midwinter's throat
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sleet against the windowpane,
or maybe a mouse in the wall...
I listen...
but silence knows no direction
outside,
heavy pine boughs,
deep in the woods
so quiet, so still
a deer steps…
inside, warm,
the sound of a cat’s paw
disturbs very little
as it hunts in a dream
silent as sleet
or maybe a mouse in the wall...
I listen...
but silence knows no direction
outside,
heavy pine boughs,
deep in the woods
so quiet, so still
a deer steps…
inside, warm,
the sound of a cat’s paw
disturbs very little
as it hunts in a dream
silent as sleet
by Denis Dunn






































