Road, Beckoning

from The Light Tears Loose


Moonrise and the raven road call.
Mist cowls the mountains,
copper leaves and duff scoured gray.
The promise of you hums
in the shadow,
      in the light.

A barred owl balances an oak branch,
head swiveling, crickets chirring
the wood line. Bitten by darkness,
moonlight wanders the trail, tempts me on –
tracing an echo
      of what used to be.