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Poem – What the Fields Hide
Leaving behind the city we pass the line separating concrete and dirt path. Recent snow has hardened and crunches with each step. I pause and silence myself and hear ravens nearby. I pause and hold my breath and imagine what secrets are beneath the empty field.
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Poem – Daydream
Hours become days and the tasks I desire succumb to the ones I dread and I sit here at the empty table holding a cold cup of coffee and daydream of writing.
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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 Still, Still Moves
Heart of winter is ironic as nothing moves in this cold there is no hot blood though veins keeping extremities alive. As I stand frozen on the patio even my breath escapes slightly before the immortalized words hang in the air. There is a shift in what you see when the clearest blue sky collides…
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Poem – Dogs of Winter
Afternoon sun sets quickly as the wind scatters snow and ice through the forest. Summer ponds holding ducks assume a new role and face as the moon consumes the surface. The main path follows the base of the hill winding past wetlands. Ravens assume positions in trees surrounding the open field. The dogs of winter…
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Poem – The Depth of November
November is the transition of fall to winter. November gives up the red, orange, yellow, and gold for brown into grey. The sky gains depth, definition, and clarity. November is laid bare at your feet and we head within ourselves to find warmth and answers to the probing questions and immediate need to cope with…
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Poem – Machines That Move Earth
(1) Putting aside hollywood notions of machine versus man – September morning is hidden in fog, coated with an early frost. Subdued sun scattered across fields, meadows, and prairies. The sky becomes the land becomes the horizon. We head north, leaving behind city lights and traffic for pine trees and winter in the air. (2)…
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Lutsen, MN – Video of Lake Superior
A video by Twisted Root Studios of fog racing across Lake Superior where it is -20 with spring-like sun.
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Poem – Winter’s Strength
The stronghold strengthens the winter depth deepens. The hill overlooks treetops holding pockets of snow to the empty blue sky quietly becoming black. With no fanfare just cold desending from heaven. From comfort of the sunroom I see yellow squares scattered in the blackness behind naked tress losing ground to the snowpacks assault a battle…
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Two Winter Poems
A few zen moments as I took the snowshoes through the woods and to the hill top overlooking a nature preserve and frozen ponds filled with crisscrossing deer tracks. (1) In winter’s depth We scan the frozen lake’s shoreline glowing beneath the sun. In winter’s depth The white landscape Keeps her secrets and Resists the…