Forest
Preacher
As
I walk early this morning
the
high half-moon
nibbles
away at the few remaining stars
or
is it the other way around?
A
Steller's Jay preaches a raucous sermon
of
heavenly promises
for
those who repent and
turn
from their selfish ways
Dark
trees raise their lacy hands
to
signal full agreement
The
serpentine trail
twists
off and I follow
suddenly
aware of my hands
pushed
deep into jacket pockets
Jim Teeters has published poetry in several
anthologies. He conducts poetry workshops for children and adults and is active
in poetry readings in the Seattle area through the Striped Water Poets. He is
the author of six poetry collections and the book, Teach with Style,
(ASTD Press July 2013). Jim is a retired social worker living in Kent,
Washington.
Really nice Jim 😊
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Jim. I enjoyed reading your poem. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Nice@
ReplyDeleteNice word play, Jim, "the high half-moon" is a nicely toasted image...
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