Superstorm 2012
By Beth Schorr Jaffe
Fallen tree trunks,
Hauled,
Permit longs rays
Passage,
Teasing soil.
Growth blinks,
Where darkness
From bowed limbs,
Shield muddy corpses.
In the clearings,
The animals, the insects,
The housekeepers, us all;
Wave our hearts,
Efforts to cast shadows,
Wanting to somehow remain.