Wednesday, 28 January 2009

Snowshoeing At Night by Chris Crittenden

wigwams of moonshadow
cast by trees
across drifts that host
sparkling Orions.

only i alien,
of pulse and huff,
the spruce like a weir
catching my blunders
with quiet.

cairns left by squirrels
guide the way,
middens like glyphs
on half-sunk knotholes.

where the thread leads
witching hoots might say,
lust-tuned staccatos
sounding the labyrinth.

and yet the forest
is too deep to explain.
even owls will never know.

Chris Crittenden, Maine, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

Chris Crittenden lives near a lighthouse in a remote coastal area. There are no traffic or street lights nearby. He believes poetry explifies the depth and honesty to which humans can attain. Some recent acceptances are from Poems Niederngasse, Poetic Diversity, DMQ Review and Thick With Conviction. He thanks you for reading his poems!

Anonymous said...

Incredible selection of images and descriptive perfection. Thanks for submitting this.

Gordon Mason said...

Drawn in by a great opening image line. And the squirrel's cairn!

Anonymous said...

Reverent and mystical - the image of moonshadowed trees in the winter silence of a forest.