Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 23 . . .


     poem by John Savoie

          “Like gold to aery thinness beat.”

            —John Donne, A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

Consider the climbing vine, how the tendril

clings to the trellis, knowing just which way

to turn and twine its charm three times around.

The sheerest filament, somehow strung

in black of night, though this no dream, glistens

between two blazing tips of goldenrod,

bellies and sways, then shimmers out of sight.

Wide eyed, sucking wet breath, the newborn curls

his fist around whatever it can clasp—

blanket, finger, nose, lip, ringlet of hair—

and will not let go, more fierce than death.

But once I saw a thing more subtle, more true,

through all the miles and years and wasted hours,

a strand of light that ties my soul to you.


John Savoie's poetry has published over one hundred poems in journals such as Poetry, JAMA, and Shenandoah.  His first collection, Open Book, is ready for a publisher. He teaches great books at Southern Illinois University Edwardsville.

Shannon E. Thomas is an artist. Her work can be found at


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