Nature's Cycle

As the pale moon slowly rises
in a cloud filled sky,
a cold north wind blows as
a lonely timber wolf bays
to the heavens on high.

Drifting softly earthward,
giant snowflakes quickly
gather in deep furls
on the frozen ground.
Tall fir trees in white
jackets, like motionless
sentries abound.

Cloud shadows sail along
the snow covered grown,
as a white owl surprises its
tiny prey without making a
sound.

The hush, the silence, the tranquillity
in a winter wonderland, repeated for
eons and  here once again.

A cycle unspoken, unseen and  unheard.
Yet, some how we all know it occurred.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002

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