Passages

Winter has passed and summer has come with its full bodied heat and haze of mosquitos. Looking through a few bits and pieces of things I wrote during the frosty months, I found a piece of poetry that I thought I would share. Not entirely certain what all the fragments of meaning are - but I know I wrote it when the frost was hard on the ground and the chill kept the bugs from dancing in the air.

The Passage

Branches bend and twine
Grasping tendrils that lick each other’s tips
Holding fast as the cool night air flickers
through their outstretched limbs
Moonbeams dance, wavering and shifting
Creating patterns on the rock strewn path that yawns beneath

A maw of silence
Beckoning
Quick paws, equipped with razor sharp, hardened claws
flick small stones
As they race through this passage
An animal’s panting breath does little to break the heavy shroud of silence

Darkness engulfs the moment swallowing the tiny figure whole
The slice of life has played itself out: a fire withered
Its embers deceased
Left behind
A shrine of grasping, entwined leafless limbs
Alone in the cold night air

Well, I guess that could have been more uplifting - but at least it was a break from this heat.