Featured Poem: This Enchanted Chaos

By Diane McDonough
Cape Cod Branch, Massachusetts


There is a message in the trees

in June

as basswood branches flail in reckless wind,

and drenching rain thrashes leaves,


and in late July,

when lightning strikes an oak,

its splintered trunk, festooned with fungi,

raw, and reaching for what may come


as October strokes the birch leaf gold

embracing loss of light,

drifting into brown,

and whirling down, down —


and even in the wisps of glistening snow

blowing off the pine that gives me pause

in the unfazed frigid December



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