Kurt Philip Behm Poet Free verse

New Hampshire Dawn

Coming from nowhere
Going the same
The tracks in front
Pointing to
Tracks behind
The wind on the lake
Reminding
That I am still a guest
The snow on the ice
An invitation
Begging acceptance
New Hampshire Winters
Are white
In my consciousness
And frozen in their 
Clarity
Even whiter
Dawns
Out of the stillness
A Moose crashes 
Through the snow
Never acknowledging
My presence
His majesty
Confirming everything 
That unfound I’ve lost
His spirit cries out 
And with quiet respect
I follow him across
The frozen lake
Leaving tracks of memory 
One final time
  —never to be seen again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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John Blake October 23, 2018 at 2:42 PM Kurt, you have a very fine poem here Kurt Philip Behm October 23, 2018 at 3:04 PM Thanks John, much appreciated!

Lawrence Sharp October 12, 2018 at 11:17 AM I love the mood you've set here, and your words are profound and very well crafted. Excellent poem. Kurt Philip Behm October 12, 2018 at 12:54 PM Thanks Lawrence, very kind!