From The Dark Bough

Poetry by Samuel Gilpin

ground frosted
in the late winter light,
waiting to thaw.
cold,
the empty walls
of silence
spread over
everything.
what do we know
and what can we never know.
but we tell ourselves,
there is no end
to it all.
this sourceless
dream of sight.
radiant nothing.
crystalline spring.

Samuel Gilpin is a poet living in Portland, OR, who holds a Ph.D. in English Lit. from the Uni…