Another poem for poetrymonth. My students from rural areas especially love this one. You will have to imagine that some of the lines are indented. I don't know how to make them so.
Cattail Wind
Go to the meadow behind Braim's pond
when the day moves slow into night
Let the laughter of those
who live by comparisons
lift from you like the mist
now rising from the alders
The cattail wind feathers the evening
shadows coalesce in the sky
beyond Orion's slanted belt
cold fireflies for time
old messages for your eyes
If you wait long enough
two things will come
the deer, eyes glowing
with the valleys of the moon
the dawn, uneven as
the edge of wind-brushed feathers
They will touch your face
leave you
changed
This is no warning
it is a map
Joseph Bruchac
1 comment:
ooooooo, nice.
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