Top of Piedmont: To Watch, Listen and Ponder — Then Write!

January 2016Monthly Archives

Wood

Time in woods binds no man.
Breath unlocks a taut heart drawn down the trail.

The forest’s spirit a violin, playing one note. It’s strings sing true.
They pierce and leave a song heard nowhere else,
captured in a veiled day when the slated sky offers one complexion.

The cathedral aisle of a meandering watercourse slides between doting cedar and pine,
spouting vapors skyward in pirouetting mists that fold and bend as they climb,
scattering in tattered tree tops. Abandoned there they wither and waste away.

In this season no technicolor, just an achromatic gift,
conferred by partners in wood high on a hill,
birch, shadowed spruce and gray aspen rise over blue snow on the crest.

The time for silence has gone, everywhere men tread.
And if they are not in sight, the forest sighs in pine boughs
and groans as widow-makers lean against sturdier partners who give solace in the wind.

Sluggish breath overcomes a stumbling core, confined by chemistry’s requirement,
and presses through a restrained heart                                                                                    finding rhythm when exertion teeters near exhaustion,
the line between hounded, bends, exhilaration the harvest.

The track tuned and supple under the cold, white carpet
makes no judgements and draws no conclusions.
It invites kick and glide.

WOMAN RIVER

Woman River is in the tradition of Staggerford and Winesburg Ohio. It interweaves themes of belief, doubt, and commitment to values in traditional and unconventional ways. A young farmer separates from his family as he and his lover come to terms with an out of wedlock pregnancy. The owners of a tavern and grocery store face life without each other. A priest and his housekeeper are challenged by their mutual attraction. A police chief and town drunk face down wartime traumas and a gentle, simple man dies suspiciously.

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