Running through the Dark (a poem)

By Ralph Earle










To pursue the shimmering molten twilight
without a thought for the dark flowing in,
my feet follow watercourse thoroughfares
through the moonlit vines and branches.
I do not judge the brightest spots as true,
trusting instead the crackle
of dry leaves underfoot. I cross the creek.
I climb the ridge, leaning steadily
into love, my scant path leading me on.

Copyright © 2020 by Ralph Earle