In a Song Never His (Revised)

In a song never his

In the bird world,
in songs not his own,
in squirrel harmonies and
the deep-breathed rhythm of trees,
the long exhale of winter
in dusk’s violet

he thinks how love climbs like vines–
how easily they wither
but drop seeds to sleep under the rustle
of rust-rotted leaf blankets

as seasons pass beneath gnarled roots
fingers pointing down–

and now he above in aged-rasped voice cries,
our earth, our light, how blue!

Some of you will recognize that this is a revision of my poem from the Oracle, which you can read here. I revised it to make it more imagist for TopTweetTuesday and shared it there. I’m sharing it now with dVerse Open Link Night.

38 thoughts on “In a Song Never His (Revised)

  1. This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Merril! I especially love; “in dusk’s violet he thinks how love climbs like vines–how easily they wither but drop seeds to sleep under the rustle of rust-rotted leaf blankets.” 💘💘

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