- Darigan Daily Drop
Before Dawn...
Before dawn cracks the skein of mist
and only the wood thrush sings,
the aroma of fresh brewed coffee brings
memories both sweet and bitter.
Moments round and full of juice,
tastes on tongue,
redolent scents
wood smoke collected in bonfire curls,
her soft milkweed shoulders
and turned out feet,
a catalytic grin,
freckled skin,
capacious eyes
artist hands and fingers-
a laugh that lingers still
in hollow trees
and along the rambling ridge side.
A cabin erected in a cloud,
spiral staircase of pine limbs,
milky way collected in steel tins
cracking branches of hoofed creatures in the wood
kindling stacked in old bins-
granite pathway she made
glitters with dew
the pilgrim soul in me
the pilgrim soul in you
Memories of days gone
Fleece, long shorn,
Soft still, yet turning green at the edges-
Clusters of so many berries
on so many grey ledges.
Tanned leather, old boots, rusted saw.
Vintage snow suit hanging in studio,
Unused sewing machine, threads and needles,
glass beads, brass settings, hammered silver
Memories soldered to moments
when mist hangs heavy,
saturates tree limbs,
a robin joins the morning matins,
one lone candle flame,
at times calling her name,
and for an instant the birds quiet
tilt their tender heads, blink onyx eyes
and resume their plaintive and joyful cries.
August 6 2019