A Gift

THE ROAD BEFORE US

Let us travel the road before us

and enter into the mystery of trees.

Let us find the sleeping doe

attentive and aware

of the ever-wolf.  I will go

and find kindling. I will set

the fire that will engage us

and carry our heaviest thoughts

upward.  Clouds dwindle.  

Smoke trails us like a wraith.

I am caught in it. I rise

to the web of bleak branches,

to the very tops of trees.

Tonight leafless trees

are smothered with blackbirds.  

This night-smoke

becomes the blackbird

rising to its highest—

Drifting embers smite the moon.

©2011 Clare L. Martin

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One thought on “A Gift

  1. Man, wish I could go out to those woods. But every time I do everyone’s always “AAHH MONSTER IN THE WOODS”. Then theres that one redneck jackhole with a shotgun who thinks hes a hero. Ive stayed in urban areas since that incident. My cans in a rent controlled part of Brooklyn these days, and the neighborhoods doing pretty well. Used to be a lot of undesireables around but now celebrities stop by this street. Drew Brees came over last week. Didnt get out to see him. I’m a Lions fan.

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