The Wood Grouse

Seth Jani

I can’t dive
into the gold of flowers
without hearing
the petals
hit the earth.

It’s autumn, 
and I’m learning to process
the radial trees
in their decay,
the final egg
of the northern forest
with all its blue-green energy
pouring out of it. 

We can collect the light
in our minds like sieves.
Who knows what diamonds
will be found there?
Snail shells? Remnant shards?
The potter’s art?

If this is death
relaxing forms
so they can breathe,
then count my body happy.

The air nearly glitters
on its way to and from
my heart.


Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA, and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). Their work has appeared in The American Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, Ghost City Review, Rust+Moth, and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. Visit them at www.sethjani.com.  

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