Call to me –
The river of your youth
Tell me the tales
Of the tendrils that have petrified,
Of summers and winters,
Of eclipses in winter wine…
Fondling these bright dead woods –
Deep in the turquoise caress
Everything startled like death in this design
Yet the red hickory bark elongated
Arching its spring wings to the sky…
Penetrating roots cling to earth,
The Gods that have called you Home.
Damn cells in distress!
I breathe with the black spindles:
My hibernation is here.
Meeting me in solemn ways
Born into the cold and affectionate
I feel a joy pulse through
The icy hearth that holds the foundation –
Red roots pushing through the dead earth
Resisting the yearly exorcism of life –
Fiery stones of this ancient orbit
I dance when the breath stings –
Beaming in the sky and the holding of fall.
Tell me of your nakedness –
The shedding of all prevention
So the air may love you –
Chlorophyll the mascaras
Falling Seasons…
Summers and winters and autumns
Passing before my birth
Before my virgin walls fell
Before the cold caressed my cheek
Or hit it?
Tell me your ways
Lead me through your Xylem
And into your nocturnal soul.
GZRW November 08, 2013
By Gillian Wenzel