Two poets dance in a blossom wood
One with petals and the other with God
Where are, one asks, the flowers of yore?
Two poets turn in a stormy wood
One feels wind and the other, God
Whence, one asks, do these wild winds roar?
Two poets lean in a wintry wood
One through snow and the other with God
What more, one asks, must we endure?
Two poets come upon a midnight wood
One turns back and the other toward God
Both paths, God says, lead to my door.
Published in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine, June 19, 2020.