Under foxfur dusk, ponds seal
shut with glass,
lungs of soil exhale frost and
iron sleep.
We hibernate, embers cupped
in ash and silence through
wintered veins.
Listening for sap, for bones,
for snow-drifted hours,
slow heated dark inside earth.
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17 responses to “Hibernate – by Heather Mirassou”
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Heather, this pulls me inward. “Lungs of soil exhale frost” makes my breathing slow, and that final “slow heated dark” feels like permission to stay still. Also—I went looking for your “Garden Affair” poem but couldn’t find it; would you mind sharing the link?
~David
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Thank you humbly David. I appreciate you!
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Love this Heather !
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Heather 💖
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Your quadrille embraced me with its ‘foxfur dusk’ and ‘slow-heated dark’, Heather, and I love ‘lungs of soil exhale frost and iron sleep’.
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My pleasure, Heather.
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so much to love about this poem – such visual imagery and what an ending are those last 3 lines
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Very evocative!
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Thank you very much Rosemary.
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This is how winter should be.
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You’re awesome B’jorn!
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Breathtaking imagery. Especially love ….”ponds seal shut with glass”.
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Thank you so much Mish.
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Heather, that’s what I call good poeming. It sings.
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