Children in the woods:
at first I mistake their distant yelps
for coyotes.
When did I stop climbing trees?
Views are best when seasoned
with a little terror.
Once I found a dead cicada,
stuck half-way out
of its former self.
Children in the woods:
at first I mistake their distant yelps
for coyotes.
When did I stop climbing trees?
Views are best when seasoned
with a little terror.
Once I found a dead cicada,
stuck half-way out
of its former self.
I particularly like how the three stanzas work together in this one . . . maybe the relationships in some of the others were too subtle for me . . . :-)
I’m all for subtle relationships, but I do like the balance this one strikes between subtlety and obviousness.