Waning Tether
Walking into winds,
Former leaves whistle and mock
The once whole acorn,
A widow’s greeting concealed;
Roots curling deeper,
With inertial nostalgia,
Mercurial battles,
The tired mettle wrought nothing
Catching able winds, leaves part;
Anchored yews adorn
Spent boreal down feathers,
On knotted branches
Hang pulled Ariadnean threads
Which wind clocks of memory;
Before my ashes
Scatter in aged footprints,
I scatter myself
In the quiet words, and looks
You can find a recorded version of this poem at: Purple Radio Spotify
Illustrated by Talia Jacobs