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HILLS AWASH |
Those hills awash in
winter's light
Show clear their lace of limbs
Through which the moon comes into sight
And out of which the hawk takes flight
To soar above the rims
That from this room the eye but skims
While the mind among them stands
And o'er the undulation swims
Recalling dreams, creating whims
Touched by heart and not by hands.
But life within this room demands
That this song remain unsung
Until the gap from them expands
And time be held by spider's strands
As soft as whispered breath from lung
Felt by neither ear nor tongue
But sounded out with such a might
That I within this winter young
Will once again soon stand among
Those hills awash in winter's light.
~Michael Bahm~
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