The vow aches to overfill
silence to overwhelm
leave the fire and your book
let’s step out tonight
and stand all ear and eye
in our shack entrance
by lantern light
far from the nearest city
in a gentle storm of snow
hold your breath
still your heart
listen
an owl's muffled
mouseless question
spruce-hidden flies
every falling lightly
crystal feather
landing sighs.
installments
from the Pliades
syllables
from the skies.
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