Offering VII: The Great Winter of '25

February 18, 2025

They say we are all one

and telepathy is real

Unnoticed, we ignore the

rocks and stones

believing only flesh

sometimes bone

I am afraid of your disembodied talk

coming to me in the sleepy afternoon barn

or deep half-sleep in darkest night

Why not

howl for me

left here in endless wonder

or spin like the snow devil

in mid-February fields

for I cannot hear you

I can't believe enough