Poem
GATHERING GRACE
by
Jim Boring
seed pods
hang head
down bowed
brown husks
icebound
beneath winter
sky gathered
in the gray
squirrel's nest
digested
metabolized
transformed
into the flick
of the gray
squirrel's tail
the graceful leap
into falling light.
Jim Boring lives on the Illinois-Wisconsin border from which vantage point he is able to peer into the woods dark and deep or the city equally dark and deep.
He has published in the small press and in the Chicago Tribune Magazine.
You can reach Jim at: jbccnow@aol.com