Northern Cardinal Review (Online) September 2013
Safe the harbor here
where hardwoods creak
in wind
bend
along the water’s edge
to kiss and mix
their shadows;
to measure air
and mark the water’s reach.
Safe the haven here
where streamlets, muttering,
murmur secret histories
of millrace, of millpond,
and of slightly shifted stone.
Safe safe safe
where water falls:
below the cliffstone
beneath a tree, beside a brook.