Crone-within Whispers

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Living with trees Crone-like enjoying days/nights of freedom

Betwixt and between  Past/future. There/then

Listening to silence, to birds, to squirrel chatter

Noticing leaf green, tender green, cedar green, spruce green

Shade green, muted green, shifting towards grey

Early morning cool green shadows under leaf shaded skies

Robin song, haze blue, breeze blue

Crow calling, hawk circling

Sudden

Harsh

Wild

Cry

Once, twice.

Pup moves to my side.

Last defiant call, close, close.

Pup quivers.

Later a trail of large bronze feathers

 tell the rest of the story

Somewhere young foxes have

 full bellies, bright eyes, a splash of red.

Crone-within whispers

life/death/rebirth

cycles circle round

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