Held in the strand of a dormant rill,
curled on his cache, the chipmunk lasts:
in his torpid retreat beneath the pitch,
on the knife edge of Spring’s assault.



Oct. 24, 2011

2 thoughts on “Faith

  1. This is wonderful. Just saying the words feel good on one’s tongue….not to mention how the thoughts feel in one’s mind.

    • Thanks, Jo Ann. Though this a short poem, it was beast to control. Focusing the archetype of Spring renewal on a cute little creature, and employing militaristic imagery, and then bringing it all around to a human quality of faith, was an assignment aching for failure.

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