Member Poem

The moon shone on chillest land,

black as death’s solemn gate.

Dark mountains loomed,

casting ominous shadows. .

Pavement, winding like rivers

up and around sleeping forest.

The hush of the night,

finally a break,

from the endless stream of daytime strangers.

Silence covered the colorless trees and grass,

sore from being tread upon

during the chaotic daytime hours.

Heavy eyed trees could finally rest

after watching every person walk beneath.

A small child lay

forgotten

by the throngs of people long gone,

trembling like the fingers of a violinist.

Shredded rags hanging off a slight frame

covered with musty scent.

Cold permeated slender fingers

plunging them into icy numbness.

Succumbing to the frigid spell,   

only to be pulled out of the lull of death

when bolting to escape

faint yet feral rattling

of a tree awakening from deep slumber.

Rays of sun peek across jagged horizon.  

Land clasping onto hope

of an utterly warm world.

The solitary child listens to the awakening -