Poetry by Terra Miller
sticks and stones
encased in ice
shine in the eye
of the hidden sun.
her
pawprints hide beneath
fallen birch tree
and between broken
boulders.
she will not escape me.
but
while snowflakes fall into
the wind
making white mounds
of rubble
out of autumn
a voice creeps into my ear:
rest.
what have i
to lose
or gain?
i stand
ankle deep in snow
on a wet stone,
ready to sharpen my mind
with silence.
i’ll let the vixen tread another trail
for me to find tomorrow.
Terra Miller is a tired senior at Palm Beach Atlantic University in Florida. Her poetry has been published in Living Waters Review and Westmarch Literary Journal. Even though she’s had the opportunity to live in many states, she would call Hawaii her home, leaving half her heart behind after moving.
