Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was “Stonework in a Garden” (December 2019).
A Sphinx Speaks
By Molly Frederick
Forest winds touch pine needles, causing
them to shimmer.
Moonlight falls gently through the darkness,
making patterns.
Dragonflies with wings, bejeweled and gossamer,
ferry thoughts across the moor to green islands
of the mind, just as dawn is breaking.
Visions of emptiness—vacant of all but space
in a white room, clean-swept—appear.
Then disappear before we’re ready.
Oracular strange: a multitude of sibilant voices
that rise, whispering from the grass.
