akin to grace

I stop in the cold where the elk have rubbed
their considerable selves against the trees –
signatures in russet worn by the river birch

there is a tangible rising when standing beside
evidence of what is wilder than us –
a furtive blessing, a lift akin to grace

I would spend my life on this – on branch,
on root, on hoof prints sliced into the snow

I would stop and stand with my solitude –
with my own snowy indentations –
and be simply crowded with light

© Sarah Whiteley

My newest chapbook Wandering Wonderful is now available for pre-order from Finishing Line Press. Pre-orders through March 22nd will have an opportunity to win a canvas print of the cover art. Click for details!

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19 Comments

  1. Not only a fine piece in its own right but a stimulant, for which my thanks. ❤

    ~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

    WILDER THAN US

    "All Is One" we're told
    Check it out – Little required
    Silence and stillness
    Lead to pastures beyond our
    Wildest imaginations

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