Poetry

Walking

Poetry

I took to the woods, walking as we used to do
underfoot the leaves decaying
the earth beneath us soft and mute.
I take a stick, am knocking, knocking,
it won’t let me in.
not here, not here, you whisper
keep walking, walking.

I follow the st…

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Grizzly

Alaska, Poetry

Scrabbling for the last of the blueberries
bearberries, crowberries, crab-apple –
anything left of the dying autumn
to stock up your more than mountainous frame
copper sheen in a slanting sun
soon ready to curl up in a
bomb of a ball in a den.

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Glow Worm

Normandy Notebook, Poetry

Cup in hand I take my tea at midnight
down a darkening track
lush chestnut oak and elm hang heavy
wheat field hushed, summer breeze between the husks halted.
Silence is a darkness too familiar.

Breath of cattle huddled by the fence
shadows si…

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Gulfoss (Iceland)

Alaska, Poetry

Thrilling through basalt rock
gushing from ice-sea to moss-lined ravine
virginal water once channeled now spreads
in a calm sheenflow
wide her sweep across stone
silk-lace in layers, her wedding dress
in white folds descending
sunbeams celebra…

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Field

Poetry

I could run my fingers along the mud-brown furrows
through tufts trussed up with the precision of a barber,
trace the shape of your sweeping curve.
My field is lined with plaits of green.

But harvest stubble stiffens dry
from gold to grey unde…

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