wind through topmost
branches of ponderosa
pulls the curve of crescent
moon closer to its heart
that it may listen to
tears waiting in the future
as the past comes
round again
insistent
demanding to know
if the other path would have been
the one with more
despite the fragrance of
half remembered pleasures
and the first smile
on the first morning
when through an opening
a meadowlark’s voice
gave praises
carried by the breeze,
still the child’s first question
haunts tangled forests and
starry nights and
floats across the mountain crest
“why?”
pb ©june 2013
branches of ponderosa
pulls the curve of crescent
moon closer to its heart
that it may listen to
tears waiting in the future
as the past comes
round again
insistent
demanding to know
if the other path would have been
the one with more
despite the fragrance of
half remembered pleasures
and the first smile
on the first morning
when through an opening
a meadowlark’s voice
gave praises
carried by the breeze,
still the child’s first question
haunts tangled forests and
starry nights and
floats across the mountain crest
“why?”
pb ©june 2013
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