This has a most delicate pace, a quiet walk.
There are so many layers laid down gently. There is a quiet peace and
acceptance to this poem at the same time I feel myself standing in silent
woods as this all proceeds. Consummate!!
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From: "Sue Scalf" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, July 19, 2002 12:34 AM
Subject: New: Moss on the North Side
> Moss on the North Side
>
>
> As quietly as snow in deep woods
> when a laden branch lets go,
> and layer upon layer shifts down
> until at last a rising wind
> lifts the sifted flakes;
>
> as quietly as moonlight
> tips with midnight blue
> the frost-encrusted limbs
> of fir and spruce,
> so does love leave,
>
> almost traceless, no more than
> a small print filling with snow.
> Were there deer? Did one step here?
> And was there someone who called
> my name, touched me as I dreamed?
>
> Under snow, a green whorl moves,
> the coming spring no heart lets go,
> like a fawn that cries for its mother,
> out of view, moss on the north side
> where she feeds.
>
> Sue Scalf
>
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