In the Hallow of the Wood

In the Hallow of the Wood

In the Hallow of the Wood

Tyler Rogness

The evergreens bear memories in bark ā€”
each hard-remembered learning,
every creekbank-turning-aside
to toe the mossy slick ā€”
step and slip,
rocks and minutes skip hand
in hand
in happy-ruining
water-ways.

Water-veins hoist
small burdens swift along: molten
early-autumn-blessings,
blood-besprinkling the whispered tide ā€”
the trickle-tumult,
gentle laughter of the wood ā€” ablaze
in fiery shades.

ƍf I had but one prayer to me
this Iā€™d send from off my lips:
the berried eaves and rud-skin bark
would swell with memories
of us.


Tyler Rogness
Poet & Writer

Tyler loves deep words, old books, good stories, and his wonderful family who put up with his nonsense. His poetry has appeared in the Agape ReviewThe Habit Portfolio, and the Amethyst Review. More of his work can be found at awakingdragons.com.

Photography by Daniil Silantev