~the winter birds and their love~
details of the dusk trees began to disappear into the night,- and I thought some flock of birds went past and one called out something to the others. maybe just to another, and maybe,- ‘I love you and you love me and we found each other,- so that makes the cold and night and travelling possible…and how the others that don’t have such a treasure, well how they manage I do not know.’ and then the nocturnal hours lived and dreams good and bad, sanguine and saturnine, infused inner worlds. the dawn illumined cold hills white w/snow and the winds raced over these hills promising like a callous court or crooked judge, or as a divination card problematic, to make it cold and unwelcoming that world out there. one must think of a faraway salted sea, turquoise and blue and little lapping waves upon the fine grain quiet sand. there would be a warm breeze in the morning far more like an angel than some prosaic physical phenomena of the earth. one must try and think of that and the love affair of those two birds flying through the firmament, the one calling out its heart to the other.
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