Blossoms unknown

by Carissa Dewey

Here we are,
a hike to a distant lake.
Above the sky is indifferent
and calling in the distance-
we hear crashing
these great peaks.

You spot strawberry blossoms.
And point to small
naïve white flowers.
And I know
they are powerful as I
stand near
this lake’s ancient rim.

They are the young, blameless.
And as I watch you cast your line
and perform your rituals
a feeling surfaces
that if I were to sit close to one
and reach -
it would disappear.

We hike down- away
in nature’s silence
immersed in rain - in this the
charred forest. And I think of the
blossoms and their design –
and of you ahead, further down
this path.


Posted on 04/07/2009
Copyright © 2021 Carissa Dewey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/07/09 at 12:47 AM

A beautiful, scenic image. Very nice.

Posted by Jo Halliday on 09/06/09 at 06:02 PM

how many things you said, how many pangs you caused, how many beauties you opened with this one? It's one of the most beautiful poems I have read.

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