Road to Cedar Lake
by Lenora Rain-Lee Good

from photograph taken by Sara Wadington at Cedar Lake, MI

What waits at unseen road's end?
The forest, barely kissed
by Autumn, waits in hush
as I venture upon the road
dappled by morning sun.

The quiet, like the noontime
still—nothing moves—not
breeze, not bird, not animal.
The forest—mute, expectant,
waits. Why?

Pensive, the dog stops, goes no further.
Do I, the human, the supreme
animal, without weapon, without guile
continue down that road
in the deathly quiet

toward the lake, the unexpected?
The lack of sound unnerves—
what waits within
the trees and why?
What waits?


 

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