Poetry by Jennifer McMichael |
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A poem by Jennifer McMichael
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The Cedar, Moth, Web and Bird
Cedar trees deck the woods deep: In deepened layers, together they live, In old buildings they weep moth.. web .. bird.
In foundations they creak their way. In cored shed shavings, in beams, became.
In cedar bent envy they wish they could sway. Instead they stay in strong
all day long. Receiving me in motion cedar receives, becomes, tree sacred.
The cedar toxic molds evidence.
A story from a time once ago & now, it speaks.
Strong bows strait stand tall.
Brave in foundation deep,
Moisture reaps, tall ledges weep.
The Cedar speaks in Cedar Tears.
From tear, crows the cedar knows.
On cedars floor cradles motion, every motion heavy beneath your feet.
At ceilings height, far now reach. Webs drape from distance seen never.
Black crows know Cedar.
In drenched Cedar rests crow.
Toxins deep where crows go, moth & mold sleep.
Mold in darkness bleeds a web, sacred.
Toxic dark, reception scattered , all evidence gave.
Cedars magic protects, wraps in root, cradles.
Ancient & amp; tall, calls. In Cedar dust, gold falls.
Cedar grows best where it knows.
In black golden dust unseen, it sees, hears you in every thing. Spins a web
in darkened golden rays of light. In dawn’s nest, bats flight for an opening.
Scattered reception confused in flight, fly searching their place of rest.
All birds knowing wait. The crows own roosters crow. Echo a web to and fro, sparrows know. Doves sound when light glows.
The raven slick like satin glides strait through.
Another day in time…
Jennifer McMichael is a poet who lives in the Northwest. You can read her poems on Washington Public Radio
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