Samhain Snippet

(a sneak peek from my upcoming — though probably delayed past my original date; still hopefully by year’s end! — second poetry collection…all rights mine, etc.)


When they ask me why —
Why I stand at the Veil,
Why I wait, listening, soul-stretched,

The first fervent words burn my tongue
And are swallowed,
Word-runes of the laughter of bones,
Of the Ancestors’ insistence, of unbidden knowing
And the ever-gravid roundness of Time.

Finally I say,
“Not even the leaves
Lose their voices in Death.”