Missing Texas tonight…
photo by ajsnow
Wednesday
Saturday
April 16, 2011
Rediscovered this poem a couple nights ago…a professor read it to my class a few years ago and I fell in love. Thought National Poetry Month would be the perfect excuse to share it…
Moon, Horses, and Groundfog
A corner of dream opened
into night-soft ring
of the bell mare, close
to the open shelter where I slept.
A low fog had moved up from the river,
and the dark shapes of horses grazed
knee-deep in silvery light.
In the hazy reach between sleep
and waking,
I was among them, tasting the fog
that was our ground. It was cool,
and smelled of leafmulch,
of dampened ash,
and the slow breath of a glacier.
The moon stood still in a spruce tree,
and the sound of the river
moved away over polished stones.
I was midpoint on a journey
I had forgotten I'd begun,
and the dust of winter stars
covered the empty shoes beside me.
~Tim McNulty
from In Blue Mountain Dusk, Broken Moon Press, 1992
Tuesday
April 5, 2011
She is like a bird
caught beneath the forest boughs,tangled and bruised,
with no space to fly.
She is starting to forget
the home she left behind,beyond the shadows,
in the deep blue of the sky.
She settles on a dying limb,
no wind left to carry her.
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