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,
gigantism
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

3 comments:

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.