Poetry Porch: Poetry


August in Ashfield
By Jennifer Barber

A rudimentary bird
              dents the air with a single note.

                            Doubled in the lake, the pines
                                          are pointing their crowns

at the darker water in the middle,
              colder, farther from the earth,

                            like the Leopardi poem
                                          Iíve read a hundred times

where a deep quiet
              replaces the pulse,

                            allowing your light
                                          through a breach in the afternoon.

Then youíre gone, a gust
              scattering needles at my feet.

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