A Moose Scratches a Tree with a Naked Antler

These are the signs that point toward home

Photo by Lesly Derksen on Unsplash

The elderflowers have a name.
A storm will call their colors home.
Whose brain was it, found at the end,
shockwave of time that scattered stars?

A black bear combs the beach for meat,
a grizzly waits to catch a fish,
an eagle picks the guts away,
These are the signs that point toward home.

Flowers can be a home to you,
a pedestal of missing heads,
perfume to waste away the hour,
resistant to the coming storm.

It takes a roof to turn back rain,
a window beacon in the night,
a haven from the coming frost
and all the creatures run to me.

©️ Trapper Markelz 2022