January 10, 2008


For the leaves of words that unfold in autumn
when final colors consume the trees like fire.

For the phrases of light that rim the leaves.

For the river that speaks through the forest
and syntax of stones and ferns and the ripple of light.

For the branches that paragraph the leaves.

For the tongues of flame that round the branches
and stones and the full stops of crows.

For the pages of leaves. For the chapters of light.

For the book of the forest that unfolds.

—Cliff Bernier

Posted by dwaber at January 10, 2008 09:09 PM