SAVAGE, SACRED, STILL
By Joseph Newkirk
2007
A hawk tears into a mouse carcass
woodpecker taps
echo in hollows shorn of
leaves wind spews scents of
ash and pine over matted
foliage light’s umbra spreads across
the land stillness screams like a swirl
of fog pierced by iridescent beams…
fragmented forest noises…shrieking…
…shrilling…an osprey dives onto the lake
snatches a perch…concentric circles ripple
to the shore…dragonflies hover over the
water waves lick the sands
where fish corpses swarm with flies
wilted leaves rustle
like grating metal splintering
silence…a doe prances into pine
fields air slaps moist and tangy
and chilled clouds billow
charcoal gray. A hedge apple devoured
by ants its seeds spilling onto the ground
a moccasin slinks through
thatch… forest shades sepia as
mallards arch across lake
its surface pinged by sprays
of snow horizon bleeding lavender
as the sun perforates a cloud’s crest
wind swirls snow onto
trails winding into a glen
glazing the ground leaving only
sprigs of foliage puncturing
crust for squirrels and gophers to
forage. Cackles…wing flutters… snow
crunches…a sunset’s
shattering
spectrum…