Sunday, April 5, 2009

A warning

Keep away

keep that soft coat, tight sinew, wet nose away
from the tang of metal

intriguing though it is,
oddity in this once familiar place
breaking through well-
worn paths

through like pale spring sun
spikes piercing between
winter spruce

smelling not of fear
but of strangeness

strangely inviting

Back away

this mystery is best left

now would be a good time to carve a new way
through ice-snow deep-snow remnants

through knotted willows, along the blunt ridge

safe hidden routes

Rachel Westfall
March 22, 2008

Brought forward because it just felt right today, and I need to ease the panic that accompanies chronic sleep deprivation. Maybe now I can write.
Here is the original picture I had with the poem.
And one of Mike's ads which actually fits the poem even better.


nollyposh said...


Fat Arse said...


It's so true how that certain 'strangeness' surrounding some 'mysteries' is often best left undisturbed. Enjoyed the poem - wish you luck overcoming sleep deprivation - been trying to conquer that one myself for 30+ years!

Linda S. Socha said...

Liked this one and could take the alternate view...but probably not today:>)

Woman in a Window said...

Deer? Or have I missed the boat. Take care, erin.

RachelW said...

Wolf... a "gift" from a trapper to an activist.

RachelW said...

FA, good to see you here... Luckily my sleep-deprivation is child-induced and not of the naturally occurring sort.

Woman in a Window said...

OK, wolf, even better.