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spysgrandson
Poems
Jan 2018
sometimes the trees
they are snow laden, silent
save the gurgle of the brook
no leaf is left to stir in the breeze
though they make soft bed for my boots
I come upon the fawn, fetal curled,
felled by winter's white bone
where is the doe who left her here,
far from hunters' easy squeeze of the trigger
what perverse tilt of the earth brought
her forth out of season
and what reason was there for me
to stumble upon her--still, frost painted
hungry beast will find her,
fill its belly, bury a bone if that is its custom
her only dirge the fading sound
of my footfalls receding in the wood
though the trees will stand sentinel,
patient though not penitent, awaiting
the sprout of spring
summer song yet a dream
inspired by Liz Balise's photo of a winter wood
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