Early Darkness
by Meg Smith
Cast your sorrow
into the purple clouds.
Time is burning beneath them.
A brook curdles, in
a rush of pebbles,
and dried reeds.
That's where we can go
when the hours move.
That's where we can go,
though it will be only,
I alone,
one foot on the stones wedged
along the bank,
while you lay amid
the rattle of oak leaves.
We will go,
and those leaves and stones
descend in their path
to waters
that do not turn back
Meg Smith is a poet, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass.
Her poems have appeared in The Cafe Review, Poetry Bay, Astropoetica, Illumen, Dreams & Nightmares, the Dwarf Stars anthology of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association and many more.
As a journalist, her coverage has been in honored by the New England Newspaper And Press Association, including first place awards for coverage of racial and ethnic issues, and coverage of religion.
She is a past board member of Lowell Celebrates Kerouac! and produces the Edgar Allan Poe Show, honoring Poe's presence in Lowell, Mass. She recently published a second book of poetry, Dear Deepest Ghost, available on Amazon.
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