Tuesday, October 23, 2012

A Quiet Alter (Campgrounds in October)

Summer sacrifices offered,
taken by the sun,
until the sun itself is taken.
A quiet alter, an altar quiet,
the slowed heartbeat of winter
only up the road. 
Autumn falls early for winter
in the mountains.
A shared boundary, 
the overlap of time, 
a moment reflected on cold glass.

The frozen moment,  
delible in time, 
 holds for now, but 
permanence will never be its strength.
Meanwhile, the cocoon beckons.
Hibernation or an awakening-
what will it be?


  1. Snow already? My, my. Loved these word-studded glimpses.

  2. Thanks to you and your last post for getting me out yesterday!