The earth softly turns
In its sleep. A sigh in the
Dark. Sussuration.
A half moon gently
Glows through India ink tree
Branches. Bare. Frozen
In time. Ending and
Beginning as well. Beginning
Winter and iron
Earth. Ending of warm
Soil and extravagant blooms.
Time to rest, repair.
My footsteps crunch on
Frosted grass. No fear of this
Darkness, this aloness.
No grief at this end.
No fear of this beginning.
Silent. Aware. Calm.
The earth softly turns.
I hear it sighing in its sleep.
I smile in darkness.
kanzen sakura 
Dec 21, 2012 @ 10:04:54
The level of quiet in these lines is making me whisper.
Dec 21, 2012 @ 10:23:30
Nights like this, I barely hear my own breathing as I walk about.
Dec 21, 2012 @ 10:07:53
…and I hear soft music…
Dec 21, 2012 @ 10:22:40
Yes!!!! oh yes.
Dec 21, 2012 @ 15:16:39
Beautiful…Blessings, Ellen