Friday, December 18, 2015

SHELTER




                        I feel this,
                        whatever it is.
                        Something like love,
                        maybe love.        Shelter.


It cleaves to the earth
                         like grass in a rainstorm,
                         close.



Shelter.
not a hut
but a hedge,
a hearth.




YOU feel this,
whatever it is.
Something like love,
maybe love.     Shelter.

It lives like a wolf 
in a bramble
gazing out,
through the rain.

YOU know.
That  wolf  knows.
That drenched blade knows,
this place.

   I just have to breathe
   and be still,
   then the sweet water 
   bathes
   wraps,

   shelters,
   loves
   maybe loves.



I awoke from the place where grasses dream
And dogs peer out under brier.

Shelter,
like love,
Or maybe love.

It stays with me.

Finally.











Good holiday week to you all.  Blessings and blessings be with you.
Misty Wycoff  12/18/15



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