Wooden Whispers

Wooden Whispers Harsh winds have shaped the hollows of my cheeks artistic rains ingrained life’s ruddy smile wise owls tutored students from my peak young lover’s etched their passing – single file. Time and sun have added creaking to my joints I bore high water marks yet stood my ground a moose once spent the night in snowdrift maze lone visitor in months of Winter’s white. I rest under clear sky and budding trees while strangers pose for “selfies” ‘neath my eaves long for the hum of saw and hard heeled boots childhood play before they fled their roots. I serve a distant melancholy need of simpler times and every dream a steed. ©8/18/2017 submitted to – Covered Bridge – Poetry contest