Bereft Elm In Unstately Mood Poem by William F Dougherty

Bereft Elm In Unstately Mood



Only the high elm, stark
against the unbirded sky
breaks the apparitional
tide of congealing air
descending like a dropcloth
over stone walls, hedging
a forsaken field. Etched
like a silhouette against
frosted glass, impatient
for the plunge of night
the elm's branched fingers
arch, whorls of bark screak
against pewter dusk,
clawing down a calm dark.

Friday, March 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: isolation
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