I end in an empty

by Cally Conan-Davies

struck white snow-bound place
so why, by this flattened
down brown earth that rings
these trees, do I not think
of dead things?
Plainly, paths end, worlds go
on. A red-tailed fox
runs vagabond on fields breaking
with rivers and heavens
of swaying purple phlox.

Published on May 15, 2015