A Nod to Frost
by Shannon P. Laws
The woods are lovely dark and deep
There are hidden treasure chests to keep
A stranger blocks my trail so narrow
the shadow falls once pierced by sparrow
Feeding on gnats in the twilight spaces
I see my face on the faces
Along the ways of search and find
great friends there are of every kind
This Midnight of Existence
The exhale of a horse steams imagination,
relieves the tension in my shoulders as Atlas
sets the earth down for dinner.
While the busy-squeak of a mouse shuffles the bush
night is young and mischief afoot!
Trails trip under the network of blackberry roots,
an intelligence plays here.
Consider the mole
—in its blind fury weaves tunnels beneath grass clumps
spy hops for air and direction.
What cannot be seen is there,
strength stirs under sod
all to their own compass.
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