Poems
by Diane Webster

 

 

Collapse

 

The old barn collapses onto its walls

leaving only the roof above ground –

a full-body grave marker

with once-etched deceased’s name

on sides now missing

shingles in jack o’lantern smile.

 

Next 100 years the roof

folds up its business –

anonymous carcass

entwined with grasses,

and dirt reclaims

its homestead inheritance.

 

 

 

 

 

Forsaken

 

Facing the lake

two empty chairs

occupy the sidewalk

as a solitary pigeon

slaloms through

the eight stagnant legs.

Not a peanut or seed

in its bird’s eye view.

 

 

 

 

 

Fall Shroud

 

Frost shrouds

the naked tree branches

bowing before the sun

as morning erodes

night’s handiwork

leaving skeletal limbs

behind.

 

 

 

 

 

Frozen Across

 

Cracks race across ice

in earthquake-fissure

crazy-compass direction –

a fracture of mountain range

soon to shiver away

in reflective memory.

 

Across the frozen lake

wind-swept snow clambers

up the granite island’s shore

like flocks of white pelicans

stampeding over each other

to reach a warmer spot.

 

 

 

 

 

Listening

 

Two blooming daffodils

face each other;

two old candlestick

telephone receivers

attempting conversation.

 

A bumble bee buzzes

static between

as wind bends

the flowers closer,

listening.

 

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