Retreat, to the dark

The backbone of a cottonwood on the clouds, a fossil
through my window –
The nail of the moon, cupping the weight of the sky,
low-lidded demon, jeweled crown.

Hands sticking out of trees,
green hands and fingers,
quiet hillsides return to the redoubt of the dark.

The dog curls in upon herself and I too
have collapsed into a ball, to hold what heat
I have and keep myself warm with my own breath

The body shakes, that’s all it knows to do,
to make it through.

6 responses to “Retreat, to the dark

  1. oh, i so understand and beautifully written.

  2. Very nice mood evoked. Love it.

  3. Beautiful piece. Nice to find you!
    - Christy

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