Echoing off
the heavy air
a wing flaps
behind my ear.
I am amazed
at the blanketed
sound that muffles
motion and movement
in the greyness
of the day.
An owl
in a tree -
at a distance -
sits still
wrapped
in soundlessness
and wonder
somehow one with all
with me.
That silent distance
in the snow and
air
bring together
the whole terrain
one family
in the chest
in the heart.
The silence
and the echoed
stillness in
the snowy woods
gives us a chance
to fell at one
with all we see.
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