POETS CORNER: SHADOWS HEARD, NOT SEEN

POETS CORNER: SHADOWS HEARD, NOT SEEN

Shadows Heard, Not Seen

Sun or shade, the groundhog
wakes wide-eyed from a state
of hibernation as early as January,
rolls over in its burrow and listens
to the dark sounds overhead.

A fox stalks a pheasant through brush,
two deer flinch at the wind
knocking snow loose from a limb
and the owl’s head pivots
like a latch, unlocking its wings.

If a shadow could be heard
it might sound like a shovel against
frozen earth, white with its timpani of thrusts
until the unyielding surface
shatters and surrenders to the light.

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