I told him about driving home one afternoon, the sun was beginning to
set, the shadows were just starting to drift into place, and how my
attention was captured by the silhouettes of the trees standing bleached
and barren from a fire long ago. The images were stark, lonely, and yet
so compelling. I told him about how I was mightily frustrated because
the poem I had written about it all, was not coming together, and yet it
wouldn't go away. So I  ~ ~ flung ~ ~  it his way in email....and I waited
for his unique style of writing to take the puzzle pieces, add his own,
and fit them together, so I could let it go.

And he did.

 

Silhouettes
 

starkly outlined
against fading light
pale image of trees
lost to winter fire

aged whitened branches
still reach vainly
with imagined leaves
toward darkening skye
or lay scattered below
weathered away by time
and storms fury

life
reflected
in lonely silhouettes

....Sachet & RedWolfe

^mg^cm's
 

 Sojourn