The skirmishes of summer have passed
Now there is midwinter silence
Pale clear skies,
And wood fires marking the passing hours
Watered down images
Set with the sun,
Lonely cattle lullabies
Calming calf nightmares
Jackals lament in the valley
And then a slight sound
A whisper low in consciousness
A nudge towards towards the cherished rock cliffs
A voice from the darkening mountain shadow
Relentless, lurking, asking me to stay.
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