Somehow this year
I missed the colors
blushing peach leaves
sheaves of maple
and beech the gold
littered forest path.
Head frantic a
glacial erratic
matter on a
frozen river
ceases endless
chatter inside me.
Stopped motionless
cloned saplings of oak
and bone push out
arms cleaving shards
from stone to make
me look up too late.
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SD Stalzer is a Boston area composer, educator, technologist, and poet. His poetry attempts to merge the sensibilities of contemporary visual arts and music into verbal forms that explore the wonders and challenges of being alive.
