“The Clearing”
by
Jeffrey G. Grisamore
Pine needles cascade in the fury of Spring’s incessant wind
Snowflakes of green set free in the epiphany of sunshine
Free at last
Tirelessly, a brook carries its burden to a land too far away to know
Whatever will become of it
And of them
The breeze whispers the secrets that can set us free
But I cannot understand the words, exactly
Only its melancholy breath do I feel, time and time again
In my most intimate space
I came breathlessly out into a clearing
And was surrounded by decisions
And overwhelmed by her beauty
Warmth, tranquility, reassurance, redemption
Clouds of unspeakable passion run wild
Nights stained with eternal darkness
Cleansing winds that consecrate and convict
And I
And I