Tracks in the Snow

July 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Silent clap illuminates

History in frozen state

Here a walker

Here a dog

Here a woodsman cutting log

Park Wood on brink of midnight

On screen layers of time cast light

Through fractured trees

Embers burn

Tracers left of fusion’s churn




I shift

Lines of lives intercept, lock and twist

Bleed into soil

Feed earthy toil

To rise in Spring afresh and green.


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