The
Clearcut
by Melanie Choukas-Bradley
Sitting in the clearcut on a mammoth
stump
Waiting for moose
Gumball-sized scat in piles the size of eagles’ nests
Are flung across the cut, proof of presence
The mountains are lost in a bank of white cloud
While I wait for moose, small things come
A hummingbird, buzzing past
An orange fritillary nectaring in flat-topped goldenrod
A lithe red squirrel, spruce cone in her mouth
Although bleached-bone branches lie helter-skelter
Across the sick yellow moss
And some stumps in the disaster zone are three feet across
All around me baby spruce and fir
Do what babies do
Spring into a broken world
Limbs lifted, all hope, all luck
* * * * *
Melanie Choukas-Bradley is a naturalist and
award-winning author of seven nature books, including City
of Trees, A Year in Rock Creek Park, Finding Solace at Theodore Roosevelt
Island and The Joy of Forest Bathing. She began
writing poetry during the pandemic and had the good fortune to discover Writing
in a Woman’s Voice. The site has featured several of her poems,
including “How to Silence a Woman,” and “If I have loved you,” both of which
won Moon Prizes. Melanie's poetry has also
appeared in The New Verse News. She is working on a nature memoir
about the Potomac Gorge.
What a gorgeous, mournful yet beautiful poem. Fritillary? I keep learning new words from this unique poetess!
ReplyDeleteI love both of Melanie's most recently published poems, Recycling and The Clearcut, but I am most especially taken with/in agreement with/moved by the last stanza of Clearcut :
ReplyDeleteAll around me baby spruce and fir
Do what babies do
Spring into a broken world
Limbs lifted, all hope, all luck
So beautiful. So absolutely perfect!!🌿
Beautiful! I also especially like that last verse of Clearcut.
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