Submitted by John Grey
Night and imagination collide,
blustery tree-tops
hammer stars into the sky.
Through the rooms of a rickety house,
a man follows his own hush.
He knows she’s been there,
that they’ve both been there…
behind that bedroom door.
Landscape over the fireplace,
ceramics on the mantle,
heat pipe clatter –
evidence is everywhere:
but can’t quite attract
the best people
to the top of the stairs
or the table in the kitchen.
These days, he only sees in shadow.
an unlit edge to Orion’s belt.
To this, he adds the unearthly:
unexplained smoke and snow-drifts
water rolling toward him,
hooves on stone,
wind with an appetite for ice.
He goes alone into the woods,
wobbling on a trail of memory
finds, where a wolf
once crossed a stream –
a frozen paw-print.
About the Poet
Photo Credit: A Snowy Night – 1939 George Sotter
Vita Brevis Press 
Nice lines
“a trail of memory” — the unearthly added to that unearthly. Nice touch.
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So many great images and sounds created by these words. A man follows his own hush, hooves on stone, a trail of memory, a frozen paw print. I saw, heard, felt and smelled it all as I read.