Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Morning, Timberline and Possibility

From the dark stone of slumber,
stumbling out of ancient ruins
where the dogs bark for release,
the finger of a shadow across your eyes - 
 
you walk out to the timberline.
With the wavering transience of a reflection in rainwater
you see the candlelight white of a deer’s tail
disappearing into the pine colored light,
unnoticed by dogs with noses to the ground.
 
Taking the hill with an awkward stride,
each frosting breath exhaled for its twin,
you notice the rushing bunching of clouds ahead of the storm
as the dogs, with noses now in the air, turn for home.
 
The almost cruel sting of bitter cold,
the resilience of high thin branches in the churning wind,
the rolling grace of horses painting the hillside brown,
the glazing rain trying to answer the murmuring rhetoric of the stream,
bring to mind questions that will trail you throughout the day –
 
Will unseen bones return as ghosts
Why such longing for vanished things
Must one moment murder the next
What is the purpose of the body’s dazzling dreams?
 
Though you are yet unable to discern the answers,
you turn for home where you will write them in your book –
take them as a sign of possibility.
 
 
 dVerse open link night…drop in for a cup of cheer

5 comments:

  1. This poem evokes a lot of feeling and a lot of questions. Interesting to contemplate the yearning for things that have vanished......

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  2. wow, wild ride of a piece here... love the questions you asked at the end... and turning all that adventure into possibility... that's the icing on the cake.

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  3. I avoid walking out in the winter cold but I enjoyed your reflections & questions ~

    Wishing you Happy Holidays ~

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