On Kebler Pass

dust the ferns with my ashes —
there, among the aspen
trembling gold against the sky.
Let them settle, sighing,
on the still warm earth of autumn
where the next peak calls your name.

Snow will come. The wind will show me
paths the doe and vixen know. The moon
will call me with her crescent mouth
and share stories of the embered stars.

– Sarah Russell
First published in Poppy Road Review
for Poets United Poetry Pantry
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51 thoughts on “On Kebler Pass

    1. Thanks, Annell. There is an aspen grove on Kebler Pass that is the largest in the world. There is a “mother” tree that has birthed all the others in the grove. That’s about as spiritual a place as I can think of in the world.

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  1. These lines:

    The moon
    will call me with her crescent mouth
    and share stories of the embered stars.

    really captivated me about your poem. The moon is always an intriguing subject in poetry. I like to look at the moon at night. Great lines.

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