Robert Pack

by Robert PackBeside the waterfall,by the lichen face of rock,you pause in pine shade to remember bluefor drawing back, and greenfor trust, replenishing…

Here, in a fieldOf devil's paintbrushes,The circle of far treesTightens, and near bushesHump like ruinsWhen the moon floats looselyPast the desolationOwl…

Unbidden, a green memorysprang forth, so overwhelmingin its clarity, it leapt acrossthree quarters of a century:I stood before a counter-topof jewelry,…

I see pale yellow aspen leavesalong the shaded background mountainsidewhich quake and quiver in the slightest windas if they are determined to…