Poem for November 1

Great Hill Fire Tower It's best here in deep evening The sun barely set over Sandwich Dome The hills' light purple turns dark Lights wink on in Tamworth Village A star starts to shine, then two - Constellations take shape, they move On their vast journey towards the dim West light Where lie the hills I can't yet name Between the Ossipees and the Sandwich Range Here is the universe's silent spot The heart takes shape, starts to reach - Toward nine I come down from the tower Make my way over rocks to the trail I keep an ear out for snapping branches Like most sane men I'm afraid of ghosts I still don't bring a flashlight here I know the way home by heart.

Dana Steele Tamworth