Poetry by Diane Bier
We will meet you at the mountain top—
where the eagles soar and the hawks land—
the land the ravens know. Unearthing the trail
beneath the dogwood trees—we’ll follow
their petals on the wind. We watch for black
squirrels and red foxes, gather daffodils,
tumble over heart rocks, all signs of you.
We climb, your mom with, a long processional—
backpacking a picnic feast and all the dogs you
never met so you can kiss them one by one.
Stumbling over words, breathless prayers fade—
like ombre butterflies releasing sorrow.
You bestow an airy kiss as we stand
greeting you with daffodils hand in hand.
Diane Bier is a binge reader who always has a book or camera in hand. She has an MFA from William Paterson University where her writing reflects her passion for social change. She resides in NJ with her family and dog where she enjoys gardening and walking.
