It doesn't rain long in Garrett County./
Sleeting rains soon turn to steady snow./
Deer track cloven deep into mossy banks/
and fallow haying fields/
cave to winter white./
Black bear sleep/
a deeper kind of sleep/
in cloistered dens./
Tombstones disappear under drifts/
and death is forgotten for a time/
on High Street until the thaw./
Muddy Falls freezes over,/
its icy thunder silenced/
by howling crosswinds./
Winter trees try to hang on,/
slender trunks bending,/
branches scratching their initials/
into a moving sky./
@2006 Laura Treacy Bentley
@2000 photo
I love the last line-branches scratching their initials into a moving sky. It makes me wonder what their initials might be, but then it doesn't matter because the sky is moving and it will change soon.
Since I posted these three poems in 2008, this website has changed so I'm not able to recreate my poems as written. The stanzas and line breaks are now missing, so I inserted slashes to indicate the line breaks.
The description has a subtlety but still seems to build until the word "moving" at the end becomes a word of dual meaning. The last four lines are masterful.
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