Sleepers’ Shadows

A bit of a late poem (meant to publish this a couple of weeks ago) on hibernation, sleep, and the mysteries of consciousness.. 

From the Sovereigns of the Seasons collection 

Sleepers’ Shadows
Season pulls the will below.
Leaves fall, limbs curl.
Calming breaths, loose, slow.
Snow clouds ready to unfurl.

Eyes droop like sullen skies.
Wind times drifting heartbeats.
Minds loosening their ties
Following the sun’s retreat.

Seeds wait to open blooms
Mimicking their sire’s shape.
The skull is a quieter room,
Routine ticks, soul escapes.

Shortening days slipping past
Fur and grasses waiting, still.
Light imprisoned, overcast.
Body breathes without the will.

Spring opens forever meadows,
Flowers thrown in shifted patterns.
A shift in the sleepers’ shadows,
Tapers lighting skull lanterns 

Sol and Luna dance their turn
As I release from the world.
In the morning what returns
To command my limbs unfurled?

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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme

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