The Clearing

By Karen Zimmermann

The Clearing.

The black walnut still shades the porch place.

The wellspring of generations is marked

only by the woods' reluctance 

to reclaim the home site.

No monument marks the meadow on the mountain

where blood relatives lived and died,

no manmade sign.

Blackberries still fight the brush though,

and old bulbs still bring forth new blossoms

in the Spring.