Music Somewhere--By Michael Medler--United States

Music Somewhere

A bright glow,

a soft sway

of words fall

from late summer

branches. Distant

thunder rolls,

roils cloud mass.

You stand alone,

arms akimbo,

where your shadow

has caught you

spying on the sun.

Music somewhere,

leaves and echoes;

the drone of hours

has left us, you

holding my share

of forever within

just the borders

of your shadow.

Michael Medler writes because nature wills him to it. He recently left a dystopian suburb of Seattle and retreated to the knee-hills of the Olympic mountains and cut the cable. Now he finds inspiration from deep woods.