I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape- the loneliness of it- the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it- the whole story doesn’t show. ♠ Andrew Wyeth
A week away shops and streets
Are all glitter and glare.
No clandestine chink reveals
The bone structure of holy audacity
That supports the waiting prophet.
We must peer with inside-eyes
To catch sight of the faithful
Embers of story that wait
Behind glitter and glare.
© rita h kowats December 2014
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