Tricked and Traced by Memory's Gift

 

photo by Donna Breach Weitz

No snow yet around these parts.   My students have their exam tomorrow.  They have been an amazing group in their approach to the work.  

Here's a poem by Stephen Leake:

Presence              by Stephen Leake

Across the dark,

 a robin learns the Winter.

 A candle dissolves;

frank and sensuous

 Against the extending light.

The streets remain illegible with snow.

I travel through you; uncurling

Where weather decorates the night

And naves of Christmas pines

 Grasp human shadows.

Alone I go, echoing carols

 In powdered places.

 Echoes that are glorified. Prolonged.

Until I find you on the bench

 Pressed with our pasts.

A child again. 

Tricked and traced by Memory’s gift.

 Lasting.  Imprinted.

A proof of the year’s new world.

 

Art by Karen Davis