Yours is the name the leaves chatter.

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DEAR ONE ABSENT THIS LONG WHILE

It has been so wet stones glaze in moss;
everything blooms coldly.

I expect you. I thought one night it was you
at the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs,

you in a shiver of light, but each time
leaves in wind revealed themselves,

the retreating shadow of a fox, daybreak.
We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove.

In May we dreamed of wreaths burning on bonfires
over which young men and women leapt.

June efforts quietly.
I’ve planted vegetables along each garden wall

so even if spring continues to disappoint
we can say at least the lettuce loved the rain.

I have new gloves and a new hoe.
I practice eulogies. He was a hawk

with white feathered legs. She had the quiet ribs
of a salamander crossing the old pony post road.

Yours is the name the leaves chatter
at the edge of the unrabbited woods.

-Lisa Olstein

 

7 thoughts on “Yours is the name the leaves chatter.”

  2. This is exquisite. There are so many phrases of note, but “June efforts quietly” and “unrabbited woods” are especially evocative.

    Also: your post about walking in the rain, umbrellas, and such finally turned into that etheree; it’s up on The Task at Hand now. 

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