Warm Bark

Ron Koppelberger

Warm Bark

Bracing for the whim of doubt and wise diversions

In raven’s breath and sparrows in profound repute,

Unto the migrant will of souls and tears in somber

Everlasting brand, an exiled ambition borne with the

Caress of desolate vagabonds and silent airs of honor,

The mournful cry of bone weary seductions in velvety moss

And stagnant morass, cattails and warm bark, by the

Western sunshine flowing beneath the spaces and between alabaster clouds

Even tall pine bough fur, the respite in terms

Of bidden suns and the way to

Pearls, the way to gentle

Solace and the way to dreaming

                                                                   Dramas in silhouette.