Rachel Carney

 

 

 

Coming Home

 

Bridal ghosts of cherry trees

welcome me home:

still, mute, white omens in thick night,

 

their laced branches held out

like an offering – a glimmer of serenity,

a brittle bridge leading me back

 

into a tunnel of trees that stretch eternally:

copper beaches, burning at sunset,

yews that darkly cover over graves,

 

a lilac opened up, at the border

of childhood, birch trees shedding

their soft skin, exposing their souls.

 

 

Rachel Carney is a book blogger at www.createdtoread.com and has had poems published in The High Window Journal, The Open Mouse and Sarasvati Magazine. She also writes articles and reviews for various magazines and websites.

 

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