Dog, Two Roads, Samhain

In honor of the Sabbat, I offer up this fragment from my poem “Eleven Fables.”


9. Dog, Two Roads, Samhain

October hardwoods crest the Blue Ridge,
red gold orange, the incandescent
rumor of All Hallows.

Dog, tail flying full mast,
sniffs from oak to maple,
back again:

Two roads diverge in a wood,
drain into maplessness.
I dive into the trees.


Happy Samhain, everyone.

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