Poetry Porch: Poetry


Voices in Leaves
By Barbara Siegel Carlson

            Everything will leave us except the shadows
                                                     – W.S. Merwin

When the trees first opened their leaves
and began to speak he was a child
alone in the rustlings
and when the geese clamored just overhead
he followed their calls
to the edge of a field
wondering about the brother he never knew
tucked in his motherís gaze
when she looked out the window
close to the old trees
he was drawn to their voices
their vast ranges
mysterious as his own
hushed in a language of shadows
he followed them wondering
how we cast ourselves
not knowing one from another
as the shadows all mingle
deepen and grow from the lost.

Copyright © 2021 by Barbara Siegel Carlson.