Echoes in the Night

Across the surface
of the frozen waters
comes the groaning
of the ice.

At first
I never
know what it is -

that sound
that is a walrus
grunt or seals'
groan or
whales' moan

takes

just a second
or two
to make sense.

The moaning
and the echoes
in the night

are ghostly
calls

specter calls

one voice
unto another.

Deep calls
unto deep at
the noise of
Your waterfalls;

All Your waves
and billows have

gone over me.

Washed in the
awe-rich
caverns of sound

a minor key
sings in
my heart,

a note of wonder
as all creation
groans.

The Tears the Dark Sky Cried

The rain falls heavy
on the ground
around our home,

carving rivulets
down to the lake,
down to the stream
just below.

I have heard
the tears
the dark sky cried
all night

breaking into the snow,
taking ice
from the roofs
and landing in
puddle after puddle
a colding mud.

The wind has now come
to set the tears
on edge,

and I am left
warm inside
carving words
from the air

and sipping coffee
as the day
and my rest
grow old.

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Ciao!

+Tom