photo by Lisa Melanie
Fog drifts across the forest,
shrouding the world in winter freeze.
I look for you,
shape-shifting among the trees.
A bear came to the back fence,
seeking apples this wintry morn.
The tree had none to give,
and he wandered off, forlorn.
A lone rabbit huddles
where once summer seeds were sown.
Her mate has disappeared;
winter she will pass alone.
Three fat dogs lie on the frosty lawn.
My heart is always keening
for the one that's gone.
The fog and missing you
an ache that can't be eased,
I look for you,
shape-shifting among the trees.
for Pup, ever and always
I too seek and see those shape shifters. Thank you for joining it to the larger family of animals.
ReplyDeleteHe hears you, too, Sherry ~
ReplyDeleteOh, this one sure wrenches my heart!
ReplyDeletePS the form and repetition work beautifully for this material!
DeleteKeep looking, Sherry! He will be there.
ReplyDeleteThe bear and the rabbit share their stories to remind us that we are never quite alone in our loss.
ReplyDeletethere's a thin veil between the two worlds where eager souls wait for one another...so touching...
ReplyDeleteStill searching for the shape shifter among the trees.. that rings of hope Sherry.
ReplyDeleteDespite the sadness he is there in your heart which has kept him alive to write such beautiful poetry as this.
ReplyDeleteSherry, i am sure he's always out there, looking out for you.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem... hes out there somewhere.. and watching over you.. I m sure.
ReplyDeleteOn reflection it may be necessary as to miss and yearn for a loved one 'makes the heart grow fonder'
ReplyDeleteHank
Shape shifting amongst the trees seems like the better of options given the losses...trees are solid...resilient..as are you..though everyone needs to find what we are looking for from time to time ;)
ReplyDeletethe yearning, the hanking, but never despairing; luv this
ReplyDeletehave a nice Sunday Sherry
much love...
So sad but beautiful at the same time.
ReplyDeleteSuch longing for those long gone....each stanza adding to that lonely feeling...and I can sometimes see those I have lost shape-shifting too nearby. They are still with us.
ReplyDeleteShapeshifting...I know how deeply you miss your Pup. I can certainly relate to this. Old habits die slowly, if at all. When I open my kitchen door, my leg automatically places itself to best advantage to keep SamCat from zipping out, at night when it is still, my ears are still tuned to hear his step or the sound of a small thump jumping up on the kitchen table or his sweet face looking up to find the best place to jump on me while I'm on the recliner....I know one day we'll be back together but until then, it is just so lonely.
ReplyDeleteSherry, you know how I loved this and how it touched me--Pup is right there--and shapeshifting is a great way to think about it--always there in forms we sometime see
ReplyDeleteSherry, you will always follow the quest.. in your heart you know you will be reunited. You share a special bond beyond this world with your pup and nature in general. The wild woman will always hear the howl.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Sherry. Beautiful images ... so tenderly drawn. " I look for you, shape-shifting among the trees": an indelible line of poetry.
ReplyDeleteLove the image of 'shape-shifting among the trees.'
ReplyDeletePup....ah, he's watching you, for sure....hugs
Ah, so very touching, it gave me the chills. I hope you see 'glimpses' of Pup in your wanderings.
ReplyDeleteThey do that, don't they?
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