The Forest Book

a poem

An index of first growth

              bound in curled leaf,

              a glossary of shadow,

over the deep crunched floor

             of cone and splinter.

             Coda ; the glass

of silence is often broken,

             lost words seek

             the brown narrative of winter,

the best time

             to read the trees, the text.

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

Such vivid descriptions...this poem is brilliant. Love the way it open ups and unfolds....yes we need to read and understand before its all gone. Nature won't last forever if we ignore its truths. We won't last either.

[Valentine]

The older we get the faster the seasons seem to fly by. It is Feb. It seemed like summer last month. Valentine

[Tina Kline]

A splendid poem. Love the descriptions in it. Very creative work, excellent work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

best time to read the parchment made from those trees....like today---i relate...we are snowed in...and floor is crunching with not only leaves, but inches of snow...

your poetic narrative just gave me a chill---should have put my jacket on before reading..

nicely done as always...you are so proficient with how you arrange your words and lines.
j.