THE TWO THAT LAUNCHED THE BLOG

BRANCHING

Yesterday,

The wind took nearly every leaf.

I stand quite still in the Equinotic spin,

And feel my silver naked trunk

Shine in last night’s moon.

I feel the sliding liquid drop into root

And spread below the stone.

Seeking aquifer.

I find I am so deeply thirsty.

PUTTING MY FEET UNDER MY CROSS

The crops are in.

The peaches and pickles

Are up in jars along the basement wall.

And I am heading in.

Stomping on the back stair,

Heading in.

Inward to the warmth,

The core,

The roots of things

My own hearth awaits my feet.

My fingers curving around my soup,

The whole snap and smell

Settle me.

I know winter comes again,

And this time, I rest.

B. Misty Wycoff

21 September 20013

Los Osos, CA