Spring Song

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I hear it at night in the uncertain darkness between dream and the waking minds awareness of dream. The two syllable, deep bass timbre of a lake stirring beneath the ice. It is not like the distant rumble of lazy thunder surrounded by sky. The song is trapped in the space between spring blood and winter-white bone. Patient in the strange light and melting ice.

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Spring Song

  1. In the space between spring blood and winter white bone … I am imagining that cold, all that water. Here its 36 C and rising. We’re supposed to be in the equatorial rain forest. Hasn’t rained for 2 months. It’s bone dry. And all the blood’s crusty.

  2. Chris, I started to quote my favorite part…but it’s virtually this whole, succinct yet stunningly evocative piece, and the image. Thank you for the abundant inspiration of your work, and soul.

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