1. Lay Bare

From the recording Desolate Heaven

A thought to ponder on your winter walk in the woods


Lay Bare
What can the oak hope to achieveGripping tight to withered leaves?Grasping at a memoryShades of past solemnityClinging to a faith it scarce believes?
Low angled rays this time of yearBarely clear the ridgetops hereFlaring ice on reindeer mossBut just beneath the reach of frostSoil wraps the roots in blanket sleep
Lay bare your limbs to winter's briskStaking hope against the riskOffer them as beds for snowTill the creek resumes its flowAnd blusterwinds of April scrub you clean
Copyright Dave Nealon November 3, 2018