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Poem – Untitled
Sometimes word just get in the way of the image. The image speaks everything we want to say and everything we are afraid to say, and everything we are unable to say.
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Poem – Daily Observations from Lutsen, MN
Daily observations from Lutsen, MN #1 Rocky shoreline, we walked with Leroy following closely behind, grows when the sun sets and the superior water becomes frozen and black. #2 Across the blackness there is space, inhabited, desolate, empty – except today when I see each stone and each snowflake. #3 Starlight from galaxies is ancient,…
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Poem – Valley
Another great afternoon of snowshoeing and breaking trails with a clear cold sky. The treat at the end was a beautiful sunset through the trees. I stand at the valleys entrance covered with shadow and darkness. I am unsure of how I feel the wind blows through me. I cannot see the end trees twist…
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Fields of Snow
A foot of new powder, deep blue skies, and a quiet afternoon of snowshoeing. Nature’s fury becomes the landscape we seek the solitude we savor.
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From the depths of winter
Just finished moving to a new house (whose idea was it to move in winter?) and we have emerged from the boxes and disarray. So much going on, so many changes, but it is the start of a new chapter. Each day is a reminder of who we were yesterday and who we can become…
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Poem – Gate
Passing the building made of stone outlines of people in the windows. Are they watching the patch-robed monk passing by? What experiences brought them here? What truths do they have? When the seasons change for the last time of the present life, experience, truth, non-truth – merge a final push to reach further down the…
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The Guardians of Silver Lake
Minnesota. Negative 10. Snow and beautiful sunshine. The trail is empty. The sky is clear. The snow crunches. My breath heavy. A path across the pond around the lake, but I am not alone. Still, silent, rising from the icy depths. Snow guardians.
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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…
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Winter’s Message
Within the depth of winter, there is a message. As 2013 comes to a close, we look back and look forward. What can we do to better ourself as an individual and within the community we all are part of to some degree? Winter has blanketed the land and trees with her white wonder. The…
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Poem – Morning purple sky
Morning purple sky becomes a thick icy fog consuming the landscape until the only path, the only way forward is through the white veil with eyes closed and the future in my hands.