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Silent Objections
The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments I carried herebegin to slip into the water. The cold and water I have come to embraceas years have passed, has not changed. The same stones mark the way to an ice covered shorelineand that tree has…
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Poem – Universe in the Eyes
What does she see across the snow covered field, in the distance or nearby? Is the coyote following us today? Silence broken by a single raven leaving one tree top and heading east to another. Silence until we hear crunching snow and snapping twigs. What is that in the dense woods? We become still and…
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Poem – Searching for Myself
Stopping at the green gate and the snow covered driveway, the pine trees embrace the winter sky and the morning light, shadows reach across the space between tree trunks. Too much Time has passed since the last visit and the space feels foreign. While I remember the name of each tree, I hope the ravens…
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Poem – Watching
The sleepy sun is just raising one eye when we walk onto the patio, one dog on each arm, into the cold morning with a thin layer of frost on the ground and the apple tree. Across the pond an oak tree has emerged from its slumber with a growing veil concealing the noisy ravens…
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Poem – What is Meant to Be
The day’s chaos subsides as the wind carries my worries away and the trees wrap their limbs around me, I close my eyes and the mountains appear. The day’s battle and the outcome set I relinquish the inner turmoil to the stars as I cross tundra and rivers setting up camp at the foot of…
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Poem – When
I cry slow tears when – the raven filled sky descends upon the earth. the sun settles between bare branches. the moon takes over watch. the stars paint the night sky.
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Poem – Matter
Sitting on the warm patio the afternoon sun is calm and soothing. The wind from the north is strong and cool – we shade our eyes. The grass recently lost its cover and the yard is brown and crunches beneath dog’s feet. The sky is blue and filled with black wings – we watch ravens…
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Poem – Fragments of the person
(1) Washed with silent words spoken by creatures of the day and night I let go and slept in their midst while the sky turned and the sun left this space beyond the trees. (2) In the depths of dreams I saw the clouds move slowly across the empty fields and at the beginning or…