winter hollows

these hollows of winter
filled by the long passage
of time
and light
and life
drawn low,
silver and pristine
through the haze
of daily tumult

we think
but not too intently
about the Spring
renewal
with its gifts unhastened
by our wanting for them

horizons lost to veils of grey
jewels of joy and sorrow both
adorn these shortened winter days
lips quieted beneath the morrow
unheard yet heeded
calls beyond
that known to us
of earthly bond

these the bellowing voices
of the hollows