Kit Kelen #145 - one morning when winter thinks of beginning

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one morning when winter thinks of beginning

sometimes

there's nothing

not a line to trouble

pick up the brush

and it's all been said

then the mind is cloudless

trees just as true

not a thing

you have to place

then you're deep

in the pond's-top sky

that's one more forever up

ducks taking off

their green is golden

and it's blue too

you go a little further in

come by the end

to your own breath

that was

the first of you

that will be last

you know that you

dreamt all night

and dreams now are with their kin

some mornings you haven't a clue

why you woke up or what's to do

but then perhaps it's you're the inkling?

deep in their misted paddock

the cattle are a terrible bellow

you stand so the sun has your back