"CEDAR WINDS": Midwinter Music

Here is an old tipi poem:

                                    Midwinter Music

                              Little oak leaves
                              still holding on
                              Brittle flicking and tapping
                              in midwinter air

                              The sound of sunflower seeds
                              cast by hand, caught by wind
                              sent skimming, spinning
                              across encrusted snow
                         
                              Breathing stillness
                              pulsively into
                              a flute
                           
                              Captured
                              in a tear
                              and falling snow.

                                               ~Diana Newman