A chilled sentinel guards
the swelling earth’s outcrop
as the tumbling star inscribes
light spilled from the galaxy.
The silent forest cloisters the icy inlet
at day’s end giving refuge.
Under the aurora
the mare’s tails suspended aloft illuminate.
Ribbons of light skipping on the frozen waste
catch the fleeting day.
Dancing day and night continue the pas de deux,
watching at dusk’s portal.

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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1 Response to Smitten

  1. Frank Schweigert says:

    I have been in that silent forest cloister. It is the center of the earth.

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