Life and Death – a poem

I feel the breath of death
in my chest at night
as I gaze out,
over sleeping fields

where soybean babies
are born. The corn,
its rows now covered

with a white mirror for the stars,
took its turn last year.

A lone tree, gnarly and naked
against the studded sky,
beckons not,
no matter how long I

linger and lament, aching
for winterโ€™s thrusts of gusts;
wanting its swirling,
numbing embrace.

Exhalations fog unlocked panes
where death gathers in corners,
forming crystals โ€“ the origin of life.

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5 thoughts on “Life and Death – a poem

  1. A stunning capture of the fact that death is always near, that there are always reminders and evidence of his work. He is never far away, but then neither is life. The two go hand in hand.

  2. Hey Sheila

    I totally get that creeping feeling of death lurking . . . stalking its prey daily as it does

    A lone tree, gnarly and naked
    against the studded sky,

    love that! tight lines . . .

    where death gathers in corners . . .

    it does too, always the corners!

    all the best ๐Ÿ™‚

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