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SNOW MOON
Wind calls over the lake;
snow rises to the voice of air
falling and falling.
The deer circle and fold
among the oaks of the forest,
their eyes shining in the moon.
There is nothing but sifting
among the maples
and the sharp echo of a branch breaking.
The otchock is in its lair
sleeping and listening in its sleep
to hear if a shadow should fall above
or if a footfall should drift
into its dream of roots
fading into the wood —
but the men are in their villages
dreaming themselves awake
hearing the wind cry and the snow fall
LEWIS TURCO
From: "Twelve Moons" series
Link: http://www.lewisturco.net/
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