Poetry: 2020-presentColleen Keefe·Follow2 min read·Mar 31, 2021--Sharetree songFireflies crisp in air. Dusk tilts this night to pitch black. Trees sing themselves down.colleenhkeefe.medium.comBearing WitnessOn days like this, it turns dark too early, heat leaching from brick by degrees as night sinks into bone.colleenhkeefe.medium.comHaiku TriptychWe speak of sorrow as if it is a dark stone, and not the oceancolleenhkeefe.medium.comThe White Pines RememberI think the trees remember us still the way we used to hurry along mossy trails,colleenhkeefe.medium.comThe FallIn the early autumn days of that year we would walk out of our house onto a street that sloped down to Cresheim Creek…colleenhkeefe.medium.comThe Edges of UsThe work of writing comes hard, and most days I simply don’t try.colleenhkeefe.medium.comThe ForestI like to write about small things:colleenhkeefe.medium.comThe Arrivals GateWe began in sweat and sunlight, sapling leaves and lips, apples and blood oranges.colleenhkeefe.medium.comThe Ribcage and the HeartThis trail winding down these branches and their white blossoms openingcolleenhkeefe.medium.comRiver Songwhen the sky is shorn to a pale grey bruise blunted by a summer rain,colleenhkeefe.medium.comThe ValleyAs if to say yes to the cinched tight cleft of this nightcolleenhkeefe.medium.comOur NamesThey come into this world, all of them, together. A single name lofted on the salt air of their breath.colleenhkeefe.medium.comAm / Am NotThis poem has many endings. This poem lays its armor on the bathroom floor.colleenhkeefe.medium.comThe SaltMy salt tongue remembers her in summer, swimming through heat.colleenhkeefe.medium.comSix Haiku, AlmostI walk down into Our forest, the breath of pines Crisp over the snowcolleenhkeefe.medium.comGathering The Things We NeedThis poem’s first few lines are a shot in full-on dark seeking some targetcolleenhkeefe.medium.comGerald’s HouseThere many ways to return. Once in winter you descended through scudding cloudscolleenhkeefe.medium.comMidwestwill you still be here will the car idle outside still waiting for mecolleenhkeefe.medium.com