Skip to content

untitled by James Morehead

July 2, 2011


by James Morehead

black ice
forming on bare winter trees
the sharp glare of streetlights
hitting frozen branches
cascading in slivers
                                thin rays
of reflected light

wind fierce in moments
of terrible glory
an oak bough sent down
crashing along the road
a thousand tiny shimmering splintered cystals
a black persian fleeing in fright
we jump

a thunderclap and our house goes silent
we scurry for matches
                                   and candles
our imagined foes of nightfall
childhood fears
do not lurk in darkness

the coated trees become shadows
laughing at deadened streelights under a dimmed new moon

Next in Pony Ride in the Sky

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s