New poem from the “Beyond” series.
I awake covered in red dust
after the storm passed.
In the depths of the crater
the sun shone dimly over the edge.
I see you left without me
moving beyond the fractured surface.
There is no blame.
There is now only me.
Beyond the mountains
the sun rises on a new day.
Surrounded by unnamed peaks,
unclimbed by humans, I head off into the void.
That cabin in the woods,
nestled beneath second generation pine
planted after the last logging,
waits for our visit.
Snow caught in tree-tops
meanders through the winter sky
covering the green roof in a smooth
slope where acorns speed to the ground.
Ravens ever present toward the open fields,
near the old silo base, they rule the open sky
with acrobatics and voices blanketing
the otherwise quiet space.
The nest in the overhang now empty.
Somewhere deep in the woods they watch
with caution and curiosity as the dogs
run circles around that cabin in the woods.
A red cabin in the woods
beneath the pine trees
sagging from the winter snow,
is all I need for solitude.
The sunless grey sky
releases an afternoon rain
pushing leaves beginning to transition
to bright yellows and deep reds.
Each drop’s ripple in the pond,
each leaf that falls through wind and rain
a reminder of nature’s course in time
and the fragile thread we all cling to.
Evening clouds cross the open fields,
consuming empty space and trees.
We watch their fluid movements
and changing colors as the sun sets.
Each passing moment like snowflakes
and we struggle to take all of this in.
What more can I ask for,
what more can I expect,
than the colors of autumn
calming the chaos within.