Poems by Linda Scheller
Archives: by Issue | by Author Name
Winter Song
by Linda Scheller
Linda lives in the long, semi-arid valley east of the Diablo Range in a flood plain where the Merced River joins the San Joaquin River. Her nights are filled with stars and the calls of coyotes and great horned owls.
December: time
of deepest night
and promise.
The trees sing.
They toss their leaves
and wave to one
another. Limbs
embrace mist,
twigs reach out
to touch the cold.
Earth opens her palms,
catches her breath,
exhales fog.
In the night
a small tree stands
wearing a cloak
of lights. Wind
comes calling
over the fields
and whispers
who did this?
The tree proffers
its gift of stars
in red and gold and green.
© Linda Scheller