The Afterlife of Trees

Everything looks the way it did
after snow had fallen
and a silence weighed upon each
phantom limb. The shape
of every fallen tree is etched
into the atmosphere
and when waxwings seek
a branch, there is none
they can grip. Leaves never stop
falling, even though the branches
have gone. They are green again,
and turn to mist before they reach
the ground where thrushes stand
amazed in bleached light.

David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in England, and spent several years in Vienna, before moving to Phoenix in 1978. He pursued his visual art and had several shows, as well as writing and publishing his poetry in magazines and collections, the latest of which is The Devil’s Sonata from FutureCycle Press. Although he became ever more interested in the desert and its wildlife, the shadow side of Vienna emerges in his fiction and The Taste of Fog, which was published by Rain Mountain Press.

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