Diane Webster

Stairs Up Down

Step by step stairs lead
upward to a door cut out
of the wall imposing
do not enter yet leaving
a method for entrance
if you so dare to knock
or dare even more
to turn the knob and open
the Pandora’s box behind
or the treasure chest buried
only for you to discover.
Step by step stairs lead
down to the ground flat
as windows witness
retreat in backward reflection
fading with distance
like fog stretching for sunshine
to dissolve it away.

Stay Still 

Tiny limb of evergreen needles
waves like a feather dislodged
from a crow as it flew into weeds
away from the speeding car,
away from the deer carcass
away from the road.
Indignant as it shakes
its wings and struts
out of the weeds
looking left, then right,
then left again before
hopping to its meal again.
All the while
evergreen needles
stay still on
the tiny limb wavering
in the car’s after dust.

Tree Carcass

The carcass of the tree lies
in the lake shallow enough
for branches to snag.
The carcass of the tree
desires the water surface
to ripple above its body
so silt washes against it,
covers it in blanket layers,
prepares it for a petrified life
concealed for centuries
until desert sand sifts
away the shore, and a limb
scratches through the surface
like a hand attached
to a buried-alive victim below.
The carcass of the tree
ripples up from the dunes
like concentric rings
expanding its life.

Flights, Issue Ten, September 2023