POST MODERN NATURE WALK

THE CLEARING
©Don Brennan

One comes upon them often
opening the canopy

making way for daylight
to dance upon rocks, for

deer and mice to poke noses
out of tree trunk shelter,

allowing rabbits to cavort,
fawns to celebrate their youth.

Mothers anxiously hesitate as
eagles circle downward
preparing to dive.

This particular clearing in a
forest under attack is pocked

by stumps and piles of bare
bulldozed tire tracked earth

The doe hangs back in shadow
keeping, her fawn at her side.

Daylight’s dance is lethargic, the
eagle remains high.

Rabbits, even mice, stay away.




three poems by deborah wenzel




the flower


tearing it apart

leaf by

leaf


i look for

the answer



and discover


it isn't


there.




untitled


in so many ways, i feel a fool to the world.

but, at the same time, i feel i could help.

how does one reconcile?

there is so much i feel i could do.




perfume



only the perfume from this flower

lingers in the air.

i am a buddha sitting in the cool shade

of this hidden garden.

my circles ripple out,

they are sleeping in the sun.







© deborah wenzel