Tag Archives: raven

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.

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 – The Sea – Part 1

Part one of “The Sea”. Part two should be up in a couple of days. Across the sea of glass an island of trees bending heads bowed the sun does not live here has not in years. One tree is black not the green you would expect and it moves with the wind and occasionally […]
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Poem – The Day Wisdom Came from the Clouds Above

(1) Summer months fell into the autumn. Mist clung to pine before the sun rose. Brown needles falling from the sky slide down the barn’s green metal roof. We walk past fallen trees, piles of brush, two tree stumps to be removed, knee-high patches of weeds and wild flowers, a bat house, three thistle-filled socks, […]
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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 […]
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Essay – Judgment

Why do we continue to judge ourselves and our actions against a written word and faceless God when the only entity we should measure against is life around us, how we impact them, and the face in the mirror? When you wake, can you think back, reflect on the previous day, your actions, your impact, […]
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