The Woods in Winter

Tamar Kander

Tamar Kander

I walk among
the woods in winter
Death is everywhere I look
In the tree In the fern In the field
land is ravaged by wind and cold
the giant limbs hip`snagged
stacked tumbleweeds
against the stump

Even the birds
have disappeared
out of the deep loneliness
of first`light here in the forest
No crow No owl No Stellar jay
breaks the mournful silence
by the whisper of a wing
Not even a junco

It’s as though
a family has died
Not just one generation
or even two But three all at once
erased blackboard chalk formula
of yesterday’s algorithm
Grace’s assignment
left incomplete

Yet as I walk
through the grief
I realize I can see farther
than I ever saw in the long season
of bud of blossom of berry of leaf
See horizon over the hill
and on the sky`line
dawn’s red glow


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Woods in Winter

  1. glimpsing the afterlife


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