False Hazel

I did not start my sentences 

Without the values that I held--

I did not start friendships 

Without a heart to go onward.

But the snow is falling 

In Hampshire tonight. 

Where the rain was warm

And oak trees old

In the songs of summer.

After then even after 

All the summers of my life. 

Where dark, black morels grew

Under the roots 

Way down in mossy leaves--

Everything has died off 

Turned to ice, frosted over.

I did not start my evenings 

By the stars above Italia 

By the crescent moon

Spinning by the vineyard--

Just to watch 

The tea go cold 

In both of our hands. 

What does it do to be sorry 

At the river of dreams;

In the dying light of my world?

I remember endlessly--

Thick vines of possum grapes 

The bloodweed tearing 

At my legs and arms in 

Some great desperation to stay.

Reviews

[willweb]

That was really nice, such a creative piece. In a sense, why did we bloom if only to die? I enjoyed this style, it made me think and ponder exactly what I was reading. It wasn't just for entertainment but to deliver a message. Really cool.