Ken Nye

Rookie (April 26,1942 / Lincoln, Nebraska)

Coming Home At Twilight - Poem by Ken Nye

Coming down the trail at twilight,
I am perilously close to
being stranded in darkness.
Earlier I had figured
I could ski the loop
before it got dark.
I was wrong.
But I know where I am,
and in the dwindling light
I see the trail, and the trail
will bring me home.

It is snowing hard.
When I stop, the only sound in the forest
is snow falling on snow.
About to push off
and begin the long downhill run
back to the logging road,
I hear just above my head
a sound like the comforter
being moved as my wife turns in her sleep.
I look up and see a huge snowy owl,
wings wide spread,
gliding down the same trail,
staying below the branches,
occasionally pumping huge wings
to navigate around a tree.
My eyes follow the owl down the glide path
until he disappears in the twilight and snow.

I am left alone in the growing darkness,
hearing again only the sound of snow,
wondering if the owl is going home, too.

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  • (2/14/2005 7:31:00 AM)


    very descriptive..try short stories as well as poems (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 29, 2004



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