Winter Valley Silence Poem by Dan Uriel

summer already faded
small fire light ash shaking
hanging hard from the bush
the dusk fire still emanating
branch of the world smiles
from gnarled old mountains
heavy hands hugs prevail
preserved the twilight fire
Valley of Silence, rolling moss
as cardiovascular guards forever
perhaps as the winter night sky
the landscape does not decay
country forged, swinging hard
like the voice of the heart
stuck the winter to the sky
just leaned over the summer
memories of staying the mind hear
but the winter is still steaming
in the city runs the blue frozen night
in this state I measure a winter night