Reverie

— Leslie Hoffman

My shadow points north
where filagree moss hangs
from gnarled oak, longing
for osage and dogwood
my father beside me
on a bale of hay, smoking
in the cool barn, now
where only swallows nest—
the rails no longer humming
Month of the reading: December

 

Published in Mused-BellaOnline Literary Review, 2014 Winter Solstice issue.

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