Monday, January 12, 2009

A Walk With Dad at Midnight

The night walk alone - shared solitude!
Our dogs rooting out the tracks of vanished rabbits...
The bare trees on the banks below us all askew:
All black in a white tracery of darkness.

Then the temple cut like a gem across the sky:
Rivaling the moon for eminence
And the red ember of my father's pipe
Moving with its slow, serene, sweet gestures.

The snow squealing in glacial utterance
The pleasant woofling of each snuffling hound
All these, safe in remembrance
Speak with a silence stronger than a sound.

They'll battle time's unceasing tyranny
Boldly, with an all constant dignity.

Copyright 2008 Anissa Nedzel Gage

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