Monday, January 16, 2017

muted mystery

the barn owl
silently appeared
gliding low
at the edge of
the dormant field

his brown form
vanishing into the
barren woods 

i was mute,
as were the trees
and all that was 
within them

january mist hung heavy
with a meaning
i have yet 
to understand

"The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious.  It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science."    -Albert Einstein, The World as I See it

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