When that great sky above<\/p>\n
turns itself into grey<\/p>\n
when the trees \u00a0start to rock<\/p>\n
when we then need a way<\/p>\n
to safeguard ourselves<\/p>\n
under roots under boughs<\/p>\n
in the thickest \u00a0 Of copses<\/p>\n
preparing \u00a0those hours<\/p>\n
sheltering,<\/p>\n
Heads down<\/p>\n
in our stygian gloom<\/p>\n
starless and dimming<\/p>\n
a warm comfy room<\/p>\n
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let the \u00a0rumble of storm clouds<\/p>\n
the raucousness \u00a0scream<\/p>\n
heads down \u00a0and hoping<\/p>\n
that all of us dream<\/p>\n
yes we are out \u00a0here<\/p>\n
trying to be<\/p>\n
safe from the cold and the frost<\/p>\n
and to see<\/p>\n
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safety<\/p>\n
beyond \u00a0all that darkness out there<\/p>\n
the rain and the hail<\/p>\n
And the biting despair.<\/p>\n
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we just snuggle up<\/p>\n
and if we are alone<\/p>\n
we remain, \u00a0 enlivened<\/p>\n
in our protected \u00a0zone<\/p>\n
we accumulate spirit<\/p>\n
we suck in the air<\/p>\n
its the realization<\/p>\n
of just being there<\/p>\n
The omniscience<\/p>\n
really with life we just share<\/p>\n
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in so many ways<\/p>\n
some of us die<\/p>\n
some of us, get eaten<\/p>\n
and thats probably why<\/p>\n
like jesters we relish<\/p>\n
the wildness of play<\/p>\n
a serious \u00a0softening<\/p>\n
its really our way<\/p>\n
feathered soul fur boy<\/p>\n
whatever we be<\/p>\n
out in the wild<\/p>\n
we are \u00a0dangerously free.<\/p>\n
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for you witches and poets<\/p>\n
who give us your \u00a0SOUL<\/p>\n
we think of you often<\/p>\n
as in woodlands we stroll<\/p>\n
We have big eyes you see<\/p>\n
and ears \u00a0that depict<\/p>\n
pictures and images<\/p>\n
nothing is tricked<\/p>\n
in our world we live<\/p>\n
with the glorious fey<\/p>\n
begotten and loved<\/p>\n
at the end of each day.<\/p>\n
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When that great sky above turns itself into grey when the trees \u00a0start to rock when we then need a way to safeguard ourselves under roots under boughs in the thickest \u00a0 Of copses preparing \u00a0those hours sheltering, Heads down … Continue reading