Tapestry

December 12, 2014 at 2:34 pm (Dani Clark, Poetry)

Words fail to fashion

the tapestry inside

spun unbidden

when I see this tree

branches naked

witches uncurling bony fingers

against the easterly rise

my life reflected therein

the stories I’ve told

the colors and forms

that elude words

that make and remake me

until they resurrect again

one dark morning

in the moon and Venus

sisters at my window

who’ve waited a billion years

for me to arrive

to sit and talk

and have some tea.

 

– Dani Clark

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