closing behind me
the blue door of a dream
I hear the words
don’t forget the absolute
yet love the leaves & branches
shadows
and shafts of silver light
in the pine wood
the owl glides through both
with unruffled wings
stripped
of the last bright leaf
of ego
my bones sing harmony
with the winter wind
~red lights 13:1, Jan. 2017
Another beautiful sequence about someone who is at one with nature and, at the end, with herself.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Janet!
ReplyDelete__ Well seen, the doors of each day's life; an echo. _m
ReplyDeletethis blue door
passage to each days sky
nights hinge
Thank you for stopping by and for your comment, Magyar! I like your response haiku!
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