Indian Summer incantations I
Whisper through a forest canopy,
A blanket with loose weaves to
Peek into celestial gymnastics.
I flick my pocket knife open and shut
To the rhythm of a grandfather clock,
A fire embers and boyish faces quiet
as cicadas begin their evening gossip.
Prayers in the wilderness, not for safety
Or clarity – but rather assured
Fortitude as the night blackens and the
Coyotes hide for they are the
Hunted.
-Tyler Grant
I am a lawyer and writer in New York. I am graduate of Washington and Lee University and University of Virginia School of Law. My poetry appears in Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Door Is A Jar, Prometheus Dreaming, and Cathexis Northwest Press.
love the imagery