Poem: A Nod to Frost

 

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

 

 

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Poetry: Leaf Tattoo

LEAF TATTOO
Can you feel it
In my city
The changing air
as wind folds in 
 fall’s cool weather.
Orange leaves land on
the sidewalks of Holly Street.
No worms to dance them back to soil.
Cement laden, laid upon 
the roadside in random patterns
leave a tattoo, imprint to the stone.
Five pointed star, a Tree Hand 
pressed by feet and rain
bleed the orange ink for all to see. 
By winter the marks wash away
By spring a bright green baby waves
at us from its mothers arm
born back into our memory.