Night Walk in Bella’s Woods
Spindly trees thicken above snow,
blue-black sky smeared
with moonlit clouds.
See this filigree above our eyes,
a web splitting air into a thousand shapes.
Our boots kick through scrub
and undergrowth; we move closer,
shoulder to shoulder in the cold.
Breath rises before us, winter souls
climbing through icy air.
Even now, in February dark,
we sense the green ghosts of leaves
struggling from branches bare
and frozen, as if the night womb
stirred and called them home from sleep.
Steve Klepetar’s work has appeared worldwide, in such journals as Boston Literary Magazine, Deep Water, Expound, The Muse: India, Red River Review, Snakeskin, Voices Israel, Ygdrasil, and many others. Several of his poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize (including three in 2015). Recent collections include My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto (Flutter Press) and Return of the Bride of Frankenstein (Kind of a Hurricane Press). His new chapbook, The Li Bo Poems, is forthcoming from Flutter Press.
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