Hunting Poems 2012

Hunting Poems 2012

by,

Gary L. Gregg

I make no claim to being even a decent poet (or of knowing what that would mean).  But, I occasionally put pencil to paper and something comes of it that I am not totally ashamed of (again, perhaps I don't know enough to even be ashamed when I should!)  These are some of the poems I wrote on cold mornings in the deer woods in the Fall of 2012.

The Gold Above

Gold

laid out in sheets

upon

the banquet table

of the sky.

Fade,

pink and purple

before the sun god

searching for his treasure.

Rise

he does and bathes all

in the light that

bleaches clean.

Gold

not to be captured

by gods or men

until the last day burns

in flames that quench.

# # #

United in Time

Cat

after smaller prey

joins us in the hunt,

its paws more stealthy

than our man feet.

We wish each other

well in the sport

that meant survival

to our past.

We both reach back

in these fields

and brush the face

of kin long gone.

A moment of freedom

amidst our captive bliss.

# # #

New Day

Orange

blossoming through the

sky roots of the

November trees

to kiss the fields of green.

Sliding across the grass

with effortless grace

toward the anchor of this tree

toes, legs, chest, face.

Only the wind seems to

resist the wash

of the newborn day

May I never resist

the grace of days.

# # #

Coward Darkness

Mottling the woods

with sunlight and shadow

The rising chases the darkness

into its holes.

Cower, darkness

Cower before the light

of a new dawn.

Return not

until the setting

fills your belly with false courage

and you lie in pride upon the land.

Conquering only

until the rising.