Voice of the Forest

Published in The Percival Review issue 20

The branches grow from the rhythms of the Earth,

like great spirits of the forest.

And atop their gentle yet jagged figure,

rests a lonely bird in the shadow of night,

calling into the wind, to all that is,

and all that will ever be.

 

The bird asks of the mystery,

that is its home,

that is its life.

 

And the trees croak amongst themselves,

the winds howl their tune,

whistling softly,

an answer.

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

A remarkable poem with explicit detail and imagery!