Blessing – a poem by John Muro

Gold-staggering flesh exposed
Beneath the tattered bark
Of a misshapen birch;
Little else the woodland offers;
Snow and shadow closing-
In amid the bleeding dark,
And this cold, futile search
For greener things falters
And prospects become less sure. 
Good to feel the explosions,
Though, of soft-knuckled flakes,
Of wind lifting in search
Of thick-needled conifers –
Setting in circular motion
Feathered branches caked
With ice; then, the crashing
Torrent, a prayer answered
Incense of resin rising from altar.

A life-long resident of Connecticut, John Muro is a graduate of Trinity College. He has also earned advanced degrees from Wesleyan University and the University of Connecticut. His professional career has been dedicated to environmental stewardship and conservation, and he has held several executive and volunteer positions in those fields. Over the past year, John has had the good fortune to dedicate more time to his life-long passion for poetry. His first volume of poems, In the Lilac Hour, was published by Antrim House in October of 2020 and is available on Amazon. His work has also recently appeared or will soon appear in Amethyst ReviewFirst Literary Review-East, Plum Tree Tavern, Freshwater and elsewhere. 

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