Beyond

A foggy January morning. The Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield. ©️Merril D. Smith 2021

Say there were shadows—there
whispering beneath the fog—and–
say there were blue-sprayed shapes
watching with silent sea-tongues
who wanted you to see

~beyond~

and after,
and if, the bitter blows come,
there is still the luscious scent of summer rain
and a dream of light,
of moon-song’s lingering silver after a storm.

Today’s message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She always knows. The photo is from my walk earlier this morning.

25 thoughts on “Beyond

  1. Oh, that last line!
    Yes, your poem is the explanation of what comes after the waiting and the storm. I’m glad the Oracle finished her message. Now I’ll have to see what Kerfe’s enigma was.

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