Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab
hosted by Andy Townend
by Liz Bennefeld
I welcome the sweet sounds of autumn’s end
and onset of the winter’s quietude.
Denizens of nature in the woods find
deeper dens and curl up to sleep,
treasuring their energies until the time
to chase or nose out their next feast.
Long nights of silences and contemplation
of a white landscape that encourages repose
provide the time and emptiness that nourish
dreams: imaginings of people, places, vows
kept or broken, far from this exile place.
Stories never to be told, endings never known.
The driving rains, the ice, the winter snow
protect all that is wild until the summer’s glow.
Copyright © 2015-09-015, by Liz Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
A not sonnet involving my fantasy of someday spending the fall and winter in a log cabin on a mountainside, somewhere in the wilderness. I cherish long stretches of uninterrupted time for writing, talking aloud to myself, looking out the window for hours on end at the driving rains or snow, and thinking or just taking it all in.