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This poem is not of the salon, it is found across the icy stream. Throw your hands around my neck and let me carry you across. This poem grows in the low heather and huckleberries along the path to the tarn above the … Continue reading
Into the first cool morning of late summer, fog rose from the warmth of the beaver pond like breath on the perfect blue mirror of sky.
A handsome red winged blackbird Is perched upon a wire. He’s cloaked in coal black feathers And his shoulder glows red fire. A sliver trout is swimming up A winding sun kissed stream. Her scales all catch the holy … Continue reading
I am no more than a stone or a tree and a grain of sand or a log I will be, though they say that when a redwood dies a humpback sings and a black bear cries.
The Cranes Spring! They return, the sandhill cranes, to the fenny fields behind our house and I have to resist the temptation to say our cranes, or even our fields. I imagine their ancestors arriving on a day like today, with patchy snow and the sweet … Continue reading
“It’s the land, it is our wisdom It’s the land, it shines us through It’s the land, it feeds our children It’s the land, you cannot own the land, the land owns you” — Dougie MacCean, “Solid Ground” * … Continue reading